Rites of death
Rites of undeath
We're falling
We're falling down

I told you we're into deep

Transfer life into what's dead
The act of human playing God

Redoing the acts of medieval
Witchcraft and the worship of dead

We're falling, we're falling down
From our throne, so supposedly high
When we confront the power great
The might of our own creator

Transfer life into what's dead
The act of human playing God

The rites of undeath
Is the testament of our own death

Enter the halls of distant memory
Feel your previous actions once again
Your lies and deceit
Your hate and long lost love

Walk through the hallway of you past
Sense the evil, like a whip from beyond
The doors keep on forever
Possibility is endless

Wander through one of the bronzecovered doors
And feel the weaves of old times cruelty
Run from the darkness, the endless void
And get yourself cornered by the demons of fear

Running and screaming through these ancient halls
The presence of something unseen carries on

Of old times cruelty
the past haunts you
Of old times cruelty
...save me...

The regrets of all actions that you've done before
has now turned it's way back to you

The demons from the past
Haunts your soul
Walk through the hallway of your past
Sense the evil, like a whip from beyond
The doors keep on forever
Possibility is endless

Your ideals are wicked and deceiving
How can you find peace
You seek the righteous, but find the void

Die by the sword of live by the book
Glimpse your death within the scunt
Seek the righteous, find the truth
The book of eternal youth

Of generations
Cold as stone, you wander still
Awaiting your inevitable death
Your quest has ended where it began

But is there really a life for me
Is there a place to dwell
Pleasures of the flesh
Via Dolorosa

Of fear and despair, you've wandered
Of hatred and grief, you've slaughtered
I've seen you in your darkest hour
I know you as myself

But is there really a life for me...

Via Dolorosa, memento mori

In you I've found my nothing
In you I can't hide my pain
In you my love has gone
In you I've kept my cold

Captor of sin, you've stolen my past
Via Dolorosa
I've wasted my life for you

My hate you create
My blood is water
My life means nothing
My warmth has vanished

The grip no longer holds
When passion abandons
The bonds no longer clutch
And the rope screams you name

A path of daggers
But where to step
A hallway of illusions
Of what was

Duty heavy as a mountain
The battle draws near
Your shoulders carry many
Still death seems remarkably void

You wonder fate in lack of faith
What you consider luck, may be God's will
A wanderer of the light will never die
Before God gives his approval

A path of daggers...

The crown I carry as an aura above me
Is the proof of who my saviour truly is

My mute cries overheard
My blindness is seen
My tears washed away
My feebleness became my strength

Duty heavy as a mountain
The battle draws hear
Your shoulders carry many
Still death seems remarkably void

You wonder fate in lack of faith what you consider luck, may be Gods wil
A wanderer of the light will never die
Before God gives his approval

A path of daggers...

When love is lost, only hate will remain

I am in pain
I am... the cursed one

Life is not what it was meant to be
What I didn't ask for has now turned my way
Somewhere in a garden it all turned wrong
Things I once believed in have now turned evil

Yet I pray, "Deliver me from evil"
But another spell pulled me away

Will suicide break the ring of curse
Tomorrow I'll be gone, so don't look for me

I am lying on my death-bed, with chaos in my mind
My life took more than it gave

Betrayed and deceived I will now pass away
And with the gun in my hand, my questions
Are soon to be answered

Will suicide break the ring of cure...

Satan and God, the thought passes my mind
Heaven and hell, it's not up to me
If the Christians that I've seen
Represent the true God of Heaven
Then it's not a place that I want to be
But if I'm blinded, please open my eyes
And help me now...

Will suicide break the ring of cure
Tomorrow I'll be gone, then you'll be all alone

The assembler of souls absorbs all within his reach
His seemingly perpetual glance of doom
Would even make the smallest of serenities breach
As he rides he wind being the ghost of gloom

Running darkness all around
A knife in her hand

Falling, rising, screaming the name of her beloved

So weak, and so weary
Something blackening her thoughts
A cloud, a force, a weight

Finding her true love lying in red
Is this reality or just a vision in her head

To be the knife as well as the wound
Is all that concerns her

Overwhelmed by a burden, like hordes of fear
The obscurity of the vale of tears
Grasping for safety, which lies all so near
Incresent malice of the vale of tears

Wandering oblivious in the foggy twilight
Shades of an obelisk shines so bright
Incredulous thoughts, bewildering her mind
Is there really a God to find

Halting through the darkest of forests
The obese and extraneous at her tail
This haunting, lingering to the extreme
She is about to quail

Then a formless mass of black, went skyward
Stars began to fade behind a veil of dark blue velvet
She stopped, she listened, nothing
Silence, an eternity passed

The silhouettes of something unseen, a presence

The art of the Y
Is the excellence of X
Corroding is for autumn
Renewing is for spring

The art of the Y
Is the excellence of X
Corroding is for autumn
Renewing is for spring

Recovering of the dead
Impossible for the living
The making of a copy
Is destruction of mankind

The Earth is in it's autumn
The leaves have hit the ground
Corroding this earth is dying
Not knowing, you'll face the end

The coming of Christ
Is the return of X
The art of the Y
Is in the new spring

My hands in the open wound
The knife clutches near
The blood of my veins spread out
My flesh become soiled

This desperate act of loss
The pain of knowing why
My mind slips into a blur
Upcoming questions...as I die

Forever in search of the truth
I find myself puzzled

Don't you feel the urge
The passionate flow
The endless collision
Of purity and evil

Since we're of the flesh
We are to realize
That mankind must end
If purity will prevail

Forever in search of the truth
I find myself puzzled
...as I die

Don't you feel the urge
The passionate flow
The endless collision
Of purity and evil

Since we're of the flesh
We are to realize
That mankind must end
If purity will prevail

Death is my goal / Death, set me free
In my living hell, I can no longer be
Please bring me back home
Where I can be free