Songtext von Mors Triumphalis

In battle itself is the power to arouse and awaken supremacy Beyond victory and defeat is the only virtue we surrender to Enslaved, the powers of chaos and fear, and passion that blind the fight Above pleasure and pain, and gain and loss, surpassing moral chains In his cell, his pallid telluric confine, man subjects himself Inaction, desire - secular defects that war shall transcend Light against raw power, the divine path, a symbol of triumph Conquered, the crisis of corporeal death - Victorious peace Whether through gain or defeat, impulse shall always hinder Death triumphant conquers indolence and man’s emotions Whether through death or victory, the ascetic shall always ascend Death triumphant conquers storm, blood and misery