Mors Vincit Omnia

Angel of wilted wings That whom descends as death Haker of the last living breath Harvester of life All powerless possessions Flower the fruit of the reaping Wealth, fame and ego Shall be left af the shore To those who embark the vessel Of Charon Leave not behind, the final will Of passion to possession The will to hold on May the death grip of material Become dust in your fist Clench into the ashes And reach unto the embers No power that man can behold Can grasp beyond the veil of death Mors vincit omnia In pereptuum, in reflection As cycle of endless being One must become nothing To prepare for the end As nothingness, as a void Nestled in a chamber Without ego ...without ego All will be lost And the lost memories Shall too be faded Into the dust which is covered By death

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Wilted winged angel Scented of carrion Decrepit one of decay Sulphur of the spirit Harvester of those Who have passed beyond Without warning Void of signal Alpha Omega As life is the beginning of the end Bibire Venenum In Auro To conquer fate One must sacrifice Unlock the gate to the afterlife Stare into the void The deep shall reflect The bell toll Rings its final chime When the hourglass Has dropped all its sand To you he shall descend And reap the life from man The blood of life shall spill Upon the altar of Azrael The circle of vultures Above the valley of death What goes up, must come down Down, down underground Mors ultima ratio Death becomes all So soon but never late As a sign that carves in stone To seal one's fate Of ego and mind And body - to decompose

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Fading into the nightshade horizon A path to glimpse into darkness Uknown to the mountains Which cannot reach above and below The swift slice of the sickle Persecution of blade That which severs the mind from The head and the body from the soul Descending through darkness With the speed of light Oh angel of death, be comer of all Oh angel of death, Azrael He who rides upon the storm And strikes as light And leaves as cold Sender of all to the wheels of fate Tempus edax rerum Deliverance unto the arms of death From warm womb to cold soil As all once known, fades away As a light once running, now dying in embers He who is summoned qucikly He who is beckoned slowly He who with godspeed light Will extinguish the mortal flame A looming shadow Forebodes to descend With wings of darkness Which veil the mortal shell The angel who sits above your head Sword drawn, and dripping with gall Bringer of the final hour As the soul escapes through the mouth Bibere venenum - in auro Tempus edax rerum! The devourer of all things Which shall fray the silver cord As offerings to the angel of death In mortem aut gloriam vamus The white track Which left the trail To the path of the pale horse Godspeed - the quickening of death Angel of the sign, Omega Who turns the hourglass upside down Fragile to be brocken Or lasting until the final grain of sand Godspeed is the blade Of the angel of death Which cutteth the cord And ends all life Known as the 4th horseman The destroying angel Mal'ak Ha-Mashshit 12 winged, full of eyes Omnes vulnerant ultima necat Between the earth and the heaven, with a drawn sword in his hand Stretched out against Jerusalem As a blade unto the soldiers of Sennacherib all conquered by time Between the devil and the deep blue sea With trident aimed towards the spirit

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Scythe wielder, upon the pale horse Harbringer in an aura of doom Whom severs the mortal coil And inhales the dying breath Abstinent from mercy Often summoned by fear Though his presence may be dinstant His arrival is imminent Mors tua - vita mea In sihlouette of Saturn's ring A shadow, dimmed and devoid Eclipse of the dimnished flame Into smoke and ashes Into the arms of Azrael Bringer of fate Reaper of the spirit Descending from a darkened sky Upon the pale horse The lunar sickle Alignment into the harvest The curved blade of life and beyond Forged not linear But twisted into form Who wields the scythe Upon the pale horse Abstient from mercy Often summoned by fear Though his presence may be distant His arrival is imminent The pale horseman descends Bearer of the scythe Harvester at the veil Ender of all life In silhouettes of shadows Which the aura eclipses the light Equestrian of damnation The taker, of life Risen above the fallen grains of sand Which have sunk into the hourglass The body once a temple, now empty And all that once held life, no longer remains Fate bringer - reaper of the spirit Death dealer - from upon his pale horse Descending from a darkened sky Upon the pale horse he rides Cloven hooves of the fiercest storm Which beat to the pulse of tempests To release the living energy Which never dies And always changing form

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Neuna fata. Neuna dono. Parca maurita dono Invoked under the 9th moon As her spindle has filled to a swell On the ninth moon she is summoned From the silk which has cast her spell A a woven gossamer strand Unbreakable only by one As a grain of hourglass sand Once fallen, cannot be undone The thread of life Woven by the 1st Forms into strife Woven by the second To equate the balance Thrice is the weaver Whose mother is night And father is darkness Median of the 3 parcae Bringer of fates offered As paths in the prime The apex of ego and health Bearer of the second flame Cusp bearing balance of fate Weaver of the strongest silk Whom only one may shall sever Only one, can sever And sever all she will As present as the horizon As distant as the hidden fangs 3rd parcae of the underworld 3rd weaver of the web End of the golden cord She who decides when you are dead The end of a trinity Beginning of a cycle The final touch Which your spirit shall feel Neuna fata. Neuna dono. Parca maurita dono

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The scythe of Saturn Gripped within the clenches of death Mors vincit omina For all must follow the path to the 7th gate Mors vincit omnia Dust into the void Breath into the wind Ashes in the water And blood into the soil The light shall raise us The darkness shall tear all down Silent as the mortal curtain As death makes not a sound Azrael, help of god The angel of certain death 4th of the horsemen Mors vincit omnia Sickle bladed steel Reminiscent of the crescent moon Cleaver of the sinews That cling the flesh to the soul As gallows in the forest Carried on distant winds The imminent approaches Forever gaining on your back Hark the angel of death Beneath shadows of his wings He who holds the hourglass Taker into the underworld The scythe of Saturn Gripped within the fists of death Mors vincit omnia For all must follow the path to the 7th gate

The final communion As the obol of Charion is placed In the mouth Viaticum mortis As sustenance As survival into the afterlife As a funeral begotten A mournful procession To gather upon the passing From what death has ripped from the world To those who've touched the essence And those who know only loss For the arms of death Taketh and giveth away Pulvis et umbra sumus Time is the teacher of mourning Experience of loss brings us closer to death To fight death is to live Existence beyond is planted in memories Which transfer into legacy Eram quod es Eris quod sum The mark which the spirit has made while in flesh May be written upon the earth And whence the spirit leaves the body Its mark can remain As a scar or a monument Or forgotten as an eulogy Written in sand Against the winds of time Woe to the spirit, whose funeral was in vain Divinity is in the fallen, whose influences remain Catharsis of being, from a life once flesh A funeral begotten, to honor the life of your death The journey here can begin But here is where the journey may end Under the pale blue light of Azrael Radiant as the light of the moon In the cold night's fog Fathomless as the abyss Whose seas we all may drown Between the devil and the deep blue sea One must find, one must lose Between the earth and the underworld One must transcend Serpent encircling the god of the sun Guiding the journey of death into night Of infinite scales Which adorn patterns in stars And coil around the constellations Sic transit gloria mundi Omnia mors aequat Symbol of Ophidian Helix As sculptures of the cosmos In duality and in balance Forged is essence and DNA Death will come for all Until the god of the cult of the sun returns

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?