Queror Pro Mortuus (Elegy)
behold and beware...

The Splintered Shards of All I Am
shards of glass, a ruptured heart...

Rip the stitching from the angels wings
broken halos stifle their walk with their loving...

Your Ever Damning Arms
trading integrity for a sense of fulfillment that...

Oh, the perils of mankind
I'm still looking for a sign of life in this grave...

When failure leads to blood
the way I breathe is so insincere...

Open Heart Purgatory
once comforting the ill and the diseased...

Broken are thy Wings, Azrael
tainted are the tears that fall from the nefarious...

Fixated, Dead Eyes Gaze
bless the children of the damned...

Mourners Shall Arrive in Horse-Drawn Buggies to...
teach your young ones, teacher...

Brethren and Kin, Dwell Not in Thy Sin
stifle the catalyst, bearer of the cross...

Snakes in Suits and Ties
snakes in suits and ties...