A Hymn to Mortality - Aeveron

For aeons the «worms» have been pursuing but one target: imortality

But this phantasm, thanks to thee, fulfilled never ever shall be

Praised thou shalt be

O' precious mortality!

Cleansing the earth

From the weaklings of the wormian race

Through death, thy employer, thou weakest havor among the «worms»

Every single one is reaped by this sharpened scythe

Praised thou shalt be

O' precious mortality!

Cleansing the earth

From the weaklings of the wormian race

I can hear the «worms' «death knell resounding in my mind

I glorify thee for thou dost decimate their arrogant

Kind

Praised thou shalt be

O' precious mortality!

Cleansing the earth

From the weaklings of the wormian race.

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