Holiday in the Cemetery - Spiritus Mortis

I have the right to spend my time

As I wish

You can go to a beach

While I fall into abyss

Holiday in a cemetery

With my silent friends

In the twisted atmosphere

Of necromantic pleasures

Open graves

Offered their treasures

Out of tune music of her funeral procession

Mortuary tray my only possession

Intoxicated

By all that is evil and wrong

High on the fumes

Ascending from a grave

I summon all the spirits that I fear

I summon the bringer of death to come here

In the name of he who was cast from the sky

I want to destroy everything that keeps this world alive

I need to feel the atmosphere of death

I need to inhale its air

Solitude among the stones

To lie down in death’s lair

Absence of life

Wordless silence

Friends long gone

Alone for hours

I haven’t been in heaven but I surely have been in hell

Still it’s so much more than what you have in the sewers where you dwell

Invite me to my funeral, all death is pure

Life is disease and suicide its only cure

Transfigurations among the tombs

Equal in death, superior in life, torn from wombs

Hate towards the living, love towards the dead

Necrophile, born to die, a connoisseur of dead