Imago Mortis, ever since the applebite, deathwed!nThe branches creep together, a chair with a cold back,n...Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis...nToday king, tomorrow worms and cold in mouth,nA reach for purity, through decay, through black soil excrements,nNone shall stand before the Lord of the Death-Winged Dart,nnCold and hollow, silent yet piercing,nDeath fire trumpets, fresh traces from twelve-to-twelve,nPole to pole, infans to decrepitusnSunbleached shadow, useless corpse,nJesus loves you, useless corpsen...Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis,nLux Rigor Mortis, Cinis Ater et Ossa.nnBehold, one who moments ago, at the height of power,nReceived worship from kneeling crowd,nNow himself cast down by death’s dominion,nBears mute witness to the whole world’s face:nCinis Ater et Ossa.nnSack of maggots, maggotsack,nHopeless pile of hopeless bones,nSo this was His holy plan for you?nWings of dust, handful of nothing,nIron skies and streets of brass,nEven the Whore, she loves us all!nnImago Mortis, ever since the applebite, deathwed!nThe branches creep together, a reach for purity,nThrough decay, through black soil excrements,nAll must kneel before the Lord of the Death-winged Dart,nnImago Mortis,nWings of Dust,nHandful of Nothing,nHopeless pilenOf hopeless bones.