Risus ex mortuus
Rigor sardonicousThe earth's crimson soul forgotten by god
Unheeded dreams in nightmares abound
As the flesh wither and fall to the ground
The darkened Abyss of wretched unlife
Of rigid, cold flesh so horrid in sight
Life is now lost among this putrid decay
Lost, gloriously lost, is the warmth of the day
Gone is all life
Sleep without dreaming
Farther beyond hope
Pleading in suffrage
As the violet rose dies in the night the frost beckons the cold
Weep as ye may lie a rapture in Twilight
The life of Death draws near and clutches your feeble heart
Sever your life holding your breast
Cherish the silence for Death grants no rest
In the Forest of Shadows
The autumn shrills alone and weeps
In the depths of shivered earth
Death in life shall arise
Sleep as you descend and fly away beyond
The earth's crimson soul forgotten by god
Unheeded dreams in nightmares abound
As the flesh wither and fall to the ground
Serenity entails your empty shell
As divine grace granted salvation
In the likeness of Death as a soul without
Await the last birth of Creation
Hidden from disgrace
Borne of Damnation
The golden trumpet heralds
The rising of unlife
In this damned Twilight of the final Apocalypse
A rose shall never be born