Tota Mors Certa Est

She washed her hands of me
The seeds of gloom were planted
She waits for me in my dreams
It's haunting, this illusion.

A great decay was born today
and cannot be undone
I stare into the depths of sorrow
To bid a mourning farewell to you, my love.

Don't walk with me, your traitor
I'll lead you into danger
Don't follow me, your shadow
Unless you want to fall off
off the edge of the world.

Where were you the day she died?
when the sun's dying haze graced her bedside?

6 feet under now and all feels lost
Anger raged and misery too
In the fires of the coldest death
Her ghost will rise and take my final breath.

My soul!
My eyes!
My life!

All death is certain. All death is certain
All death is certain. All death is certain
All death is certain. All death is certain
All death is certain. All death is certain...

The veil of doom. No frame, no tomb
And now the stage of death is calling you
The aging of time. No bells, no chimes
The stage of death still calling you...