Lyrics
Imago mortis, ever since the appelbite, deathwed!
The branches creep together, a chair with a cold back
Lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis
Today king, tomorrow worms and cold in mouth
A reach for purity, through decay, through black soil excrements
None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart
Cold and hollow, silent, yet piercing, death fire trumpets
Fresh traces from twelve to twelve, pole to pole, infans to decrepitus
Sunbleached shadow, useless corpse, jesus loves you, useless corpse
Lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, cinis ater et ossa
Behold, one who moments agao at the height of power, received worship from kneeling crowd, now himself cast down by deaths dominion, bears mute witness to the whole worlds fate: cinis ater et dessa
Sack of maggots, maggotsack, hopeless pile of hopeless bones
So this was his holy plan for you?
Wings of dust, handful of nothing, iron skies and streets of brass
Even the whore, she loves us all
Imago mortis, ever since the appelbite, deathwed!
The branches creep together,
A reach for purity, through decay, through black boil excrements
None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart
Imago mortis, wings of dust, handful of nothing, hopelless pile of hopeless bones
The branches creep together, a chair with a cold back
Lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis
Today king, tomorrow worms and cold in mouth
A reach for purity, through decay, through black soil excrements
None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart
Cold and hollow, silent, yet piercing, death fire trumpets
Fresh traces from twelve to twelve, pole to pole, infans to decrepitus
Sunbleached shadow, useless corpse, jesus loves you, useless corpse
Lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, lux rigor mortis, cinis ater et ossa
Behold, one who moments agao at the height of power, received worship from kneeling crowd, now himself cast down by deaths dominion, bears mute witness to the whole worlds fate: cinis ater et dessa
Sack of maggots, maggotsack, hopeless pile of hopeless bones
So this was his holy plan for you?
Wings of dust, handful of nothing, iron skies and streets of brass
Even the whore, she loves us all
Imago mortis, ever since the appelbite, deathwed!
The branches creep together,
A reach for purity, through decay, through black boil excrements
None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart
Imago mortis, wings of dust, handful of nothing, hopelless pile of hopeless bones
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