When your shadow bleed
The seven wounds of this great suffering
When your soul sing
The triumphal disgraces of this calvary divine
When your life succumb
And yield to the wings of abandonment
It's when rhe rotten death kisses you
With her ominous poison's lips

Skeletons dance over the old black tomb
And folloow the crow's nocturnal fight
As I steal your last breath
Oh, orbid enchantents arise

Cultus mortis
Ora pro nobis
Amen