Mortuary - Rites of Death Lyrics


Awaiting the call

Now you're prepared to die

Now death takes your soul

The mourning rites so fool

No sorrow, no pain, no grief

Prepared to face the reality

No sorrow, no pain, no grief

The mourning is not fatality

Useless rites that finish in your death

Nine days the dead is rot

The prayers and masses continued

Squandered days he's not with God

He's in his tomb he lives in hell

He's not preoccupied for your faith

And you guard respect for his death

The meeting is presided by Satan

You want to hear dead's voice and cry

Demons answer your question and live

In your rotten mind by a false faith

Originated in your turbulent infancy

In which you loved an image - passionately

Rites of deah

Feel the pain

Die in second death

Bastard servant of the whore

Are you prepared to die?

Diiiieee!!!

Useless days that finish in your death

Useless days that finish in your death!