Letra de Imago Mortis

Imago Mortis, ever since the applebite, deathened!
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 ago, at the height of power
Received worship from kneeling crowd
Now himself cast down by death's dominion
Bears mute witness to the whole world's face:
Cinis Ater et Ossa

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 applebite, deathened!
The branches creep together, a reach for purity
Through decay, through black soil excrements
All must kneel before the Lord of the Death-winged Dart

Imago Mortis
Wings of Dust
Handful of Nothing
Hopeless pile
Of hopeless bones