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Mors vincit omnia

Mors certa, hora incerta

Omnia mors aequat

Black is her veil

Envelops her face

Complexion - ivory pale

She travels the world

Animating the worst fears

Existing next to us

accompanies us for years

There she comes

Attired in fear

Every her step reminds how drear

Is a vicious nature of her

Everyone is equal

So same for death

She holds priest's hand

Takes peasant's breath

Dance macabre

Let's join the circle

One is to born, other to die

Shroud of mortality covers their eyes

Last view – doctor plague

Body is consumed by fire

What connected you with world is embers

Putting an end to humans' desire

Hopes and dreams are what you left behind

Never meant to be remembered

Never to be found

With no honors

With no meaning how we lived

No ceremony, no farewell

Last breath

We return to our Lord

Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior

Nemo ante mortem beatus

The light is above

Dies Irae is close

Illuminated macabre

All things necrose

When fear blinds

Gives excusses to sacrifice

To save yourself no matter of price

It can be even somebody's life

/vocalisation: aaaaaa

When fear blinds

To persecution it gives rights

Opens the door of fanaticism to revives

There has to be Poena Dei,

The result of somebody's crimes

/vocalisation: aaaaaa

Heavy is punishing hand of God

Empty are words

Empty are deeds

Sacrifice others

For your own needs

/Choir: altra mors