The Flemish Obituary - Genus Ordinis Dei

I turn into a man every time the sun goes down

I just need to take off my ring and start to fill every blank page

He has no time for this, He’s not strong enough

He belongs to a different social position, the highest one

If only they knew the truth, maybe we could live as one

If only we know the truth, maybe they will accept who we are

If only we lived as one, we could have died as one

I dress the divine appearance when sun comes up

I put my will in every blank page

I write the history devouring ivory

Both my lives suffering this great disease

I can convince myself

God will have mercy on me

In one of my lives I speak for him

He can grant me this

Ninety-nine ever burning candles enlightening me once more

I mix this slow-release poison with absinthe and sacred blood

I write the history devouring ivory

I write the ending of agony

I turn into a man every time the sun goes down

I just need to take off my ring and start to fill every blank page

I dress the divine appearance when sun comes up

I put my will in every blank page

I write the history devouring ivory

Both my lives suffering this great disease

I write the history devouring ivory

I write the ending of agony