Song Lyrics

Imago Mortis, Ever Since The Appelbite, Deathened!
The Branches Creep Together, A Chair With A Cold Back
Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis

Today King, Tomorrow Worms And Cold In Mouth
A Reach For Purity, Through Decay, Through Black Soil Excrements
None Shall Stand Before The Lord Of The Death-Winged Dart

Cold And Hollow, Silent, Yet Piercing, Death Fire Trumpets
Fresh Traces From Twelve To Twelve, Pole To Pole, Infans To Derrepitus
Sunbleached Shadow, Useless Corpse, Jesus Loves You, Useless Corpse
Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis, Lux Rigor Mortis, Cinis Ater Et Ossa

Behold, One Who Moments Agao At The Height Of Power, Received Worship From Kneeling Crowd, Now Himself Cast Down By Deaths Dominion, Bears Mute Witness To The Whole Worlds Face: Cinis Ater Et Dessa

Sack Of Maggots, Maggotsack, Hopeless Pile Of Hopeless Bones
So Thin Was His Holy Plan.
For You? Wings Of Dust, Handful Of Nothing, Iron Skies And And Streets Of Brass
Even The Whore, She Loves Us All,

Imago Mortis, Ever Since The Appelbite, Deathened!
The Branches Creep Together,
A Reach For Purity, Through Decay, Through Black Boil Excrements

None Shall Stand Before The Lord Of THe Death-Winged Dart
Imago Mortis, Wings Of Dust, Handful Of Nothing, Hopelless Pile Of Hopeless Bones

H Jones

The duration of Imago Mortis is 8:36 minutes and seconds.