Aaaaaaaaaagh Come back and see your corpse: your melody can escape Come back and vomit your rage, entering my darkness In morte vita… you are the bridge Between me and my pure existence, impaled on eternity’s stake
Come… come where worshiped is your death It’s a priest we need to celebrate To enhance the mayhem of my soul For the black sun shall arise Arise!
Come back to listen your death: music is a charnel Come back and vomit your rage, entering my lightness In morte vita… each death is a note Put on (the) stave of oblivion… may mine be dissonant
Come… come where worshiped is your death It’s a priest we need to celebrate To enhance the mayhem of my soul For the black sun shall arise Come… come and make my soul spread its wings For these shadows endark the earth And this boredom area will fall in disease… …fall in disease…
…magna voce clamo …memini
The sun used to burn my eyes… blinded me, visions of lies The horrors of darkness i incarnate: the evil within i dwell