Mors Gloria Est Lyrics

What is victory?
Liberate from world of impurity
To possess the key
Of many curses and its epiphany

Here is my prayer
Of the damned to reach Gloria
Of the damned to smell the sting of Omega
I am prepared for the taste of Euphoria

Now golden gateway is open
Mark the path of Eleven
Heed the call
Harvest them all

Here again my prayer
I pray to thee Saint of Murderer
The glorious redemption upon thy bloody scythe
Grant power to my pernicious rite

Rise from the land of Nod
The sleeping God
Spew Thy wisdom out

Through the rain of ash
Cleanse me with Thy salvation dust

Here is my final prayer
Profound fire is burning
Soul scorched into nothing
Here I embrace Thy wings

Within the starless of sacred Night
Guide me to reach ist Gloria
In perpetual I shall reign over Viktoria