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Ars moriendi

Languish in this final hell

To drink from the voids veil

Of devotion

A rape with virtue

In the skull of mirrors

With every thrust breeds

Clenching the thirst for abyss

Vanity

Our holy vanity

Our god is vanity

Feasting on the corpse

Of self-deceptions whore

Devoid of shame

Profane, marble and sculptor

The morbid saints of ars morendi bliss

The thirst for abyss

Wormking of brevity

Bless our crimes a thousand fold

The ever-opening wounds of old

Dripping the liquid decay of rotten gold

The lambs of god

Bleeding, whiter then snow

Vanity

Our holy vanity, our god is vanity

ars moriendi bliss

Clenching the thirst for abyss