I’ve received the wreath of the funeral and the rite of death is my burden now
Into this robe, wrapped in a violet veil, no stream shall bar my path!
Silent and pale, I creep in the peace of dark when fools fear the shimmering scythe
Absorbing lymph from all your poor lives, reclaim the death as my right
Lord of all funerals, I lead the cortege inside
I’m the litanies master, completing my work
Impious master, completing the work
Coachman of the hearse, the grim arbiter
I am the one who pulls the rope for funeral chimes
On those great days, when people hopelessly cry
I can stop the time as mourn sighs fill this place and let the reign of darkness arrive
I see you standing over there, longing for knowledge in vain
Don’t waste your time now trying to explain my role, I’m all these things and more…
Trace the path of extinction and deploy the veil of the funeral
Mourn hymns, eternal, exalt my pride
I’m the litanies master, arbiter of light and dark
Hail my grimness, hail the dark
In endless misfortune you’ll die!
“I know the door of death, and those who cry aloud in the place of desolation.
I’m the grim angel of the night, stealing hope from the ones who pray in vain.
Summoned by the scorn and the spite, and by the hateful desires of those who never forgive.”
I am the mentor of the cult! I am the funeral guidance!
I open wide the gates of all the graveyards! I cast the spell for the violet rites!