Divus De Mortuus

Rain of fire his infernal rage, the catacombs are waiting for your soul
Chains of fate in cosmic hole, on hills of Golgotha we'll set again the cross
Blood on the soil eternal death victorious
Divus de mortuus

Slow march towards the martyrdom, his black wings opened as he flies over the litany
Listen to the lashes of the whip, the fools are mourning as the thorny wreath is crowned
Blood on the cross eternal death victorious

Nails of wisdom will pierce your hands, drops of vinegar won't ruin your thirst
From graves with myrrh you will not rise again
Vultures and dogs will devour your rotting flesh