In Articulo Mortis
Thirteen summers are gone
And she spoke through me once again
In this darkened precinct
Human tallow wax melting in the black candle
Showing a purple aura that light up the dried cadaver
His cold essence brings me goosebumps feeling her sinister ecstasy
Showing me answers of unquestionable questions
Through figures of skulls that manifest in the smoke that ascends of the burning flowers Of asphodel
Opening my radiant eye
The enlightening eraser of adversity
The observer of decayed mundanity
The all powerful window through the gates of eternal liberation
Quis memorabitur tui post mortem, et qui orabit pro te?
Cum tua mortem, absterget omnem lacrimam ab oculis eorum
Et vita ultra non erit, neque luctus, neque clamor, neque dolor erit ultra
A parallel world that the pendulum of time never forgive
While it's trajectory forms the blade that cuts the dices of destiny
As the oxygen tank slowly runs out and the lungs start to collapse
The crown of death is nailing its spikes to conquer a weak prison of flesh
Showing me answers of unquestionable questions
Through figures of skulls that manifest in the smoke that ascends of the burning flowers Of asphodel
Red roses turn black dying in front of you giving me protection for those that want to Harm Me
Targeting your poisoning essence Crowning their final destiny
The crown of death, has arrived!
The virus has chosen you to be crowned
In Articulo Mortis
In which side do you wish to be?
In the magus or in the victim?
And she spoke through me once again
In this darkened precinct
Human tallow wax melting in the black candle
Showing a purple aura that light up the dried cadaver
His cold essence brings me goosebumps feeling her sinister ecstasy
Showing me answers of unquestionable questions
Through figures of skulls that manifest in the smoke that ascends of the burning flowers Of asphodel
Opening my radiant eye
The enlightening eraser of adversity
The observer of decayed mundanity
The all powerful window through the gates of eternal liberation
Quis memorabitur tui post mortem, et qui orabit pro te?
Cum tua mortem, absterget omnem lacrimam ab oculis eorum
Et vita ultra non erit, neque luctus, neque clamor, neque dolor erit ultra
A parallel world that the pendulum of time never forgive
While it's trajectory forms the blade that cuts the dices of destiny
As the oxygen tank slowly runs out and the lungs start to collapse
The crown of death is nailing its spikes to conquer a weak prison of flesh
Showing me answers of unquestionable questions
Through figures of skulls that manifest in the smoke that ascends of the burning flowers Of asphodel
Red roses turn black dying in front of you giving me protection for those that want to Harm Me
Targeting your poisoning essence Crowning their final destiny
The crown of death, has arrived!
The virus has chosen you to be crowned
In Articulo Mortis
In which side do you wish to be?
In the magus or in the victim?
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Writer(s): Franco Muñoz
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