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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 w***e 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