Spiritus Mortis

The Rotting Trophy

Spiritus Mortis


Suck the blood from my veins 
Cut me down, desecrate my grave 

Bleed me dry and burn my skin 
Grind my bones, let the journey begin 

Like an empty vessel 
Desolate 
You have it now 
But my spirit reigns again 

Now, you down! 
The tide has changed 
There is no way out 
You are gonna pay 

In my destination 
There is no use for hands 
The secrets of that world 
Eyes cannot see 
In the comfort of my earthly grave 
Lies the rotting trophy 
Of your shallow victory 

I let the worms devour my flesh 
I am done with this planet's bloody mess