1. (INTRO) - THE DEATH'S BELL TONES

(Instrumental)


2. CORPSE

Don’t matter what you are
Always you’ll be a corpse

The death is in each place
Rotten and cursed

Corpse

The meaning of existence
Pure malediction

So, why the illusion?
The state of all denial

Corpse

Don’t matter what you are
Always you’ll be a corpse

The death is in each place
Rotten and cursed

Corpse

The meaning of existence
Pure malediction

So, why the illusion?
The state of all denial

Corpse

Don’t matter what it be
At the end only the corpse will remains

Take the controls back and lead your way
The resumed conscience


3. PROCESSION

The last rite of passage
The stacking of the corpse
The procession runs the cemetery
A grayest day, as never had

Procession!

The dismantling of the illusions
The encounter of yourself
Dark void of non existence
And the procession, crosses

Procession!

Towards the catacomb
Your mortuary urn
The grave as the womb of solitude
Funeral! the last rite asks way


4. LYING IN THE FROST (BURIAL)

Trading your soul
You lost the control
Within your head… burial!

Floor soaking in red
Your dammned soul
The last breath… burial!

And all is dying over
The hangman… comes!

When you: in the last night
Numb, without do to
‘Till the “lights swallowed you”
Without hope you are dying low

Blood drops aside
You’re dead… you fall!
And the life sunder you… burial!

We all phase out here
Pray at once 'cause the luck
Is not by your side

Lying in the frost
Six feet under
Being unmolded

The owl screeches, loud outside
All the seasons, above your grave
Poor man


5. (INTERLUDE) AD SEPULCRUM

(Instrumental)


6. THE DEAD CITY

From the vastness of death
A spectrum reappears
Like a home of those ones
Who don’t walk on the visible

Horrific figures wander
Blind, controlled, sick
Through by distorted buildings
The spectral vacuum
Indecipherable symbols
Keep their secrets
Portals to places

That challenge the rationality

The dead city
Where the nothing lives
And into the nothing, it inhabits

A river contours their edges
Where it starts and where it goes
Nothing knows and never will know
Just to cross it and no more

That challenge the rationality

The dead city
Where the nothing lives
And into the nothing, it inhabits


7. (OUTRO) BEYOND THE GRAVE

(Instrumental)