Ars Moriendi letra

Some unwelcoming spell depresses the place.
A look into the mirror,
I see the devil incarnate.
Some misanthrophist in my direction

In my deserted interior is a world
Of misty windswept moorlands.

Full of thoughts, rising against the dark
I am the only one, who non omnis moritar
I am the evil one, who non omnis moritar
Non omnis moritar, Death has many faces.
Non omnis moritar I am each face of it.

Only this great dark throne is mine!

Darkened Nocturn - Letras

• Ars Moriendi
• Bearer Of Blackest Might
• Chronicler of Chaos
• Hora Nocturna
• Nocturnal March
• Saldor
• Scaffold Salvation
• Spectral Runlets of Tulwod
• The Dead Hate The Living
• Through Rotting Stench
• Underneath Stars of the East
• Wicher za Górami