Mors Gloria Est Lyrics


What is victory?

Liberate from world of impurity

To possess the key

Of many curses and its epiphany

Here is my prayer

Of the damned to reach Gloria

Of the damned to smell the sting of Omega

I am prepared for the taste of Euphoria

Now golden gateway is open

Mark the path of Eleven

Heed the call

Harvest them all

Here again my prayer

I pray to thee Saint of Murderer

The glorious redemption upon thy bloody scythe

Grant power to my pernicious rite

Rise from the land of Nod

The sleeping God

Spew Thy wisdom out

Through the rain of ash

Cleanse me with Thy salvation dust

Here is my final prayer

Profound fire is burning

Soul scorched into nothing

Here I embrace Thy wings

Within the starless of sacred Night

Guide me to reach ist Gloria

In perpetual I shall reign over Viktoria