Testo di Mors Philosphorum

Mors philosophorum - in ritual death well fulfill destiny Our mortal confines are merely vessels spiriting us forth Into oblivion This is the great knowing This we embrace Oblivion is our god Creator and destroyer of all Darkness shall be our final resting place The death of the earth is the birth of the void which turns all to nothing The laments of this world are as hymns to my kind Stalk in mist and shadow Mors philosophorm - in ritual death we fulfill destiny Corrosive waters cleanse us of our mortal dregs Embracing our beginnings We are born on the abyss In the end, nothing existed