Exmortis Gloria,
dark twisted thoughts,
praise for decease,
makes me weak to my knees!
Praising the deceased,
for what they hath done,
confuses my mind,
and boggles me so!
Why honor a corpse?
Why bury a man?
We've killed and slaughtered,
We deserve nothing,
for we are SAND!
Sad tears of mourning,
lost memories adorning,
frames capture a moment,
but it will be forgot,
we honor it though,
whatever they did,
we cry for their death,
and place flowers by monumental graves!
Black tears of sorrow,
left unto tomorrow,
the past left behind us,
and thus,
we move on with our lives,
forget them in time,
exmortis gloria,
our darkest memoria.
