Ritus de Corpus Et Cruor

The winds of melancholy blow
Have blown already for decades
Destroyed a primitive joy from my life
Torn the smile from my life
Left only the hatred towards the children of god
The winds of melancholy

In the wings of the night
(i wander in the dark)
Lurking in the blackest shadows
Hating man, hating life
Hating the light i shall never see anymore
Cursed be the flesh from where i came

Again i can smell it in the air
As in the countless other nights
The warm flowing blood
Again i can see it in the dark
The cold and cruel shining of my dagger

Avete, avete imperator
Morituri te salutant
Salvo honoris morte
Ritus de corpus et cruor