Hear the bells announcing the death of your lord
Fetid incenses bring the smell of desolation
The old rosary no longer comforts in the last farewell
Now we wake his body with hatred and scorn

Oh, holy profanation
A black prayer for the one who has gone
Unspeakable words…
Death Cult

The imposing pale and gray sky above us
Memorials of God empty and useless
His orphan flock now dwells in his putrid grave
Heaped up and disillusioned with their dying faith

Oh, unholy sanctification
A requiem for the graceless ones
Unhearable hymns…
Death Cult

“Graveyards of nostalgia show the will of the weak
Black coffins rotting in rancid tombs
Christendom decayed, rottenness perpetual
Go God denied, our prayers are for your journey to be eternal and with no return…”

In unholy mourning for your lord
Waiting for the storm and the coming of the dawn…
(repeat)

Murmurs for salvation, cries for mercy
Echo amongst the dead
Bones of martyrs gnawed by a rat race
Unworthy of their (already) brief existence
Decrepit statues, decaying symbols
Posthumous memories of death
Pages eroded, scriptures erased
Rotting remains of the greatest of all lies…

Lead: Lisboa

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Text written in 20/02/2009
Musick composed in October 2008