Hymns dedicated to His bonyness
Holy Skeleton
Holy, holy, holy! Grim Lord Almighty!
In the middle of the night our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, cruel and almighty!
A bony masterpiece, praise His name and skull!
He Has Healed
(To be sung after a miraculous Heal has been performed)
Look what the Reaper has done;
He healed your body,
He touched your mind.
He saved you just in time;
From zeds and their evil mind.
I'm gonna praise His name;
Come on and praise Him you too!
Begone
(To be sung when our Sanctuary is infested with appalling zeds. Clarification: The following song only applies to HOSTILE zeds, since our Master, through his mouthpiece, has informed us that zeds should be welcome in our Orden. Unfortunately, we are almost unhealthily attached to this hymn an are unable to erase it. Praise the Reaper!)
Begone, you hideous Undead!
The Reaper has no need for Zeds.
Begone, with all your gore.
Our Sanctuary will be safe once more!
Praise the Grim Lord
Abide not in the realm of dreams,
O man, however fair it seems;
But with clear eye the present scan,
And hear the call of the Grim Himself.
Think not in sleep to fold the hands,
Forgetful of the Lord’s commands;
From His claims no life is free,
Forever will His spirit rule!
When earthly help no more availed,
You give us strength that never fail,
In Thee we grave and death will find,
But also birth and life.
While Malton is fading from our sight,
Our eyes behold the realms of You.
O, may The holy Word
Spread all Malton around!
And all with one accord
Uplift the joyful sound:
Herreminlivtagare! All then shall sing
Herreminlivtagare! All then shall sing
To Lord their King Herreminlivtagare!
I am not weary of The work,
From earth I would not flee;
But while I walk and while I serve,
O lift me up to Thee!
Just let me see a little piece;
Of the vision You have had!
The Grim Lord
Grim Lord, guide us. Grim Lord, teach us. Grim Lord, protect us. We grow in Your darkness. We find safety in Your cruelty. Humbleness comes to us in front of Your tremendous wisdom. We live only to serve. Our lives are Yours!
Through the Darkness with the Reaper
The whiteness of His skull, leading us through the darkness. The sharpness of His scythe, cutting our way through the zombie hordes. The wisdom of His thoughts, guiding and directing us in our mission. Praised be His name, praised be the Grim Reaper!
Prayer to Lord Death
Praised are You, Lord of Death, Master of the Living who brings death to my enemies, protection to my friends. May it be Your will, Lord my Master, that I die when my time has come and that I shall arise from the dead. Let my death be undisturbed and peaceful. May I have the honour to die for Your scythe. May I then awaken to the light of a new day, may my eyes may behold the splendour of Your bony shape. Praised are You, Lord whose glory gives light to the entire world. Your skull shining brighter than the sun, Your scythe bringing death to the living. Praised be Your name, praised be the Grim Reaper!
Words spoken by the gaunt Master
Say farewell to loneliness, as I will walk by your side through both life and death. My grim but fair scythe shall protect you, when dissidents stand in your way. In return, you shall honour your Master and recognize my undisputed power.
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