Ars Moriendi Lyrics

I put my timid mask on again in denial

All that is lost I dwell on, how null is survival

From what has come and never passed

A sense of demise will last

In my own twilight I burn out

Washed by the waves of sorrow

I deflect all the little pieces that I neglect

Gleam of redemption yet I'm defying

Although I'm subdued to the art of dying

Denying, enclosing all the temptation

Deceptive is this crown, alas

Decrepit old crusader on a pale dead horse

Contemplating art of dying is

My undisclosed penance

Remnant of the past, bilateral indifference

Putrefied is my body and my soul

Stoic I lay down, infested inside and dazed by it's odour

Death is coming back for more

Denying, enclosing all the temptation

Deceptive is this crown, alas

Decrepit old crusader on a pale dead horse

Persisting art of dying is

Putrefied is my body and my soul

Stoic I lay down, infested inside and dazed by it's odour

Death is coming back for more