Lyrics Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Ars Moriendi

Some unwelcoming smell depresses the place.

A look into the mirror,

I see the devil incarnate.

Some misanthrophist in my direction -

In my deserted interior is a world

Of misty windswept moorlands.

Full of thoughts, rising against the dark

I am the only one, who non omnis moritar

I am the evil one, who non omnis moritar

Non omnis moritar,

Death has many faces.

Non omnis moritar

I am each face of it.

Only this great dark throne is mine!