The lyrics in "Our Solemn Hour" hit pretty much every Goth trope except taking advantage of the English-language "life/strife" rhyme. Gratuitous Latin? Check. A spoken-words-in-the-background part where you can't quite make out what they're saying? Check. "Chains of never-ending agony," "the misery, the pain," "insanity is all around us," "all of the suffering" ... yep, yep, yep, yep.
Still a kickass song, though.
Now I kinda wanna go out and dye my hair black again, except I know better than to think I can pull off that look at my age. Also, given that I now live in Georgia there's only about three days per year when I could wear my black-velvet black-silk black-denim black-on-black all-is-blackness Goth clothes without passing out from heatstroke, which is VERY uncool and NOT Goth at all.