Every Virtue is Lost

Come forth and bear witness to my ascension Bask in my grandeur, it's time Suffering brought upon infected innocents Makes up for all I have endured in lamentation Without a sense of remorse or regret I take all their lives, for mine I will take next The divine emerges, offering to spare Snubbing her dastardly sense of condescension Without a sense of remorse or regret I take all their lives, for mine I will take next In death's commitment, my life to devote Gripping the dull blade to perforate my throat Should I reflect upon my own reprise? Or must I stare lifelessly into its eyes? And with no penitence I am one with death Et ultra conscientiam Ego qui mortem In death's commitment, my life to devote Gripping the dull blade to perforate my throat Should I self-immolate or hang myself high? Method naught matter, for it's my turn to die In death's commitment, my life to devote Gripping the dull blade to perforate my throat Should I self-immolate or hang myself high? Method naught matter, for it's my turn to die Ego qui mortem Compendium mali All hope is lost Every virtue is lost All hope is lost Every virtue is lost