Imago mortis

Marduk

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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 dessa

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 whore, 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

None shall stand before the lord of the death-winged dart
Imago mortis, wings of dust, handful of nothing, hopeless pile of hopeless bones

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