Ars Moriendi 歌词

Drawing on the moon & serving its purpose Channeling the madness. Focusing on an irrational nerve that lies. . . Between what you know and what you will An encore of incomparable insanity Willed to existence. Mercurial King Snake! How shall we whiten and add blackness Fulfill the consequence, and obtain the end More excellent when unknown? Grows Black, Grows Red, Grows White. Penetrating the body and binding the Spirit to sulphurous wings. Though my existence is magnificent. I shall be more glorious in Death.