Nihili Locus Memoriam Tenere (rigor Mortis)
Dark bogs draw my walk, Dark bogs draw my walk, My steps arrive at the sight of my lord. Only the scepter of my king will understand my thirst for revenge by now placated gives birth in me... memories of death. My armour doesn't bear anymore the heavy weight of doom! My sword doesn't rage anymore in the battle! Long nights of tears and mysteries will be lit in front of the demons, that play in my soul, my body without blood. Only death, only my death will clean this memory. Only the fire of my hatred will burn these lost souls. Rigor Mortis! Deamonium! In eternum! Regna!
