L'Art De Mourir

When death is tamed
Hell dominates
When sanity fails
Fear prevails
The scenes from hell!

The (black) tears shed on the wise men's tomb
In the night of gloom, the blood flowers bloom
I'm ready to return to the liar's womb
I'm ready to return to the liar's womb.

No prayers will be heard in this hell
Impending doom which I can smell
Unbreakable curse, something worse
Worse than death that lies beneath.

Nothing can ever be done to stop this madness
When we all face a fate filled with sadness
Life as a slave or death as a slave
In the world in a grave, they're the same
I've come so far away, so far away from bliss
(I've) turned into evil or was I just born like this?
As I see
As I hear
As I feel the night
The fire to cleanse the fears unseen
Shatters my hope to be
(From) stain of death
Chain of death
Deliver us tonight
The fire to cleanse the sinless lives
Defeats my will to live.

They will take us one by one
No mercy given, the end's begun
Till the moment (I) meet my doom
Till the moment death consumes.

A sleep of patience (in the) smell of death
A sleep of silence (in the) smell of blood
Life is dark, so is death
Life as a slave, a slave of death.

Forget your name or fame, it means nothing at all here
Look into the coffin and you'll face the things you fear
Face us, fear us, remember us, then praise us
Soon you'll belong to us.

We all live in hell on this earth or is it something even worse
Death after death, (against the) holy verse
Is it God's wrath or witch's curse
The prayer is the only way to soothe our endless blackened fear
The world becomes our nightmare and the world becomes our own fear.

Die! Die! Die!
The end comes so quick
Die! Die! Die!
This ain't magic or a trick
Die! Die! Die!
There's no hope to return
Die! Die! Die!
As the black flame burns!

When death is tamed
When hell dominates
I'll seek my way to die
And you'll do the same
When the sanity fails
When fears prevail
I'll dig my own grave
My grave!