The funeral procession will leave before dawn (mortem non)
Making its way through the palace of the mountain spawn (mortem non)
And in the sunrise the cortege will climb the slope (mortem non)
Winding its way ever upward to the chapel of Domina Hope (mortem non)
Where the Red Priest will bring Sacramentum Doom (mortem non)

The catechism will be spent (mortem non)
Smoke will fill the room (mortem non)
All days you do repent will be lost forever (mortem non)
As foretold by Sacred Agnes (mortem non)
Goddess of Crow River (mortem non)
All our souls saved (mortem non)
No fear of the bitter grave (mortem non)
Nor everlasting fire (mortem non)
Our lives desire (mortem non)
In the grace of divine breath (mortem non)
Never falling to the sword of death

Take us sinners
Fools and winners
Strip our flesh away
Let us with our blood pray

Gimme the knife
I give my life
To the holy one
The day has come

Strip my mind away
All my thoughts be flayed
Holy Cacogen
Let me be born again

The frozen remnants of the city
When I was young it was so pretty
Golden boughs weighed down with plenty
Now ragged bones, streets all empty
The sun is dying in the cold of space
Light flickering dappled on his face

The library of all the ages
Lost by candlelight in ragged pages
Imaginary stories
Adding up to zero
The failures and the glory
Of long a long dead hero

The moon tells her lies
Like a lovers blinded eyes

Rising like the dream
Rising like a scream
Dying like a fool
Crying ‘bout the rules
Crashing in my car
Crashing like a star
Drowning like a wave
Nothing will be saved

Children painted bloody red
In the wreckage of their living room
Calling out to the forgotten dead
Mother, father, taken to their doom
So the circle is completed
By war love is defeated
Our gods obliterated
Our lives eviscerated
The circle is completed
By war love is defeated

Mortem non
Mortem non
Mortem non