Death is Everything's Final Limit

In articulo mortis...

Hang your head
Filthy grave robber with a shovel at your back
Lantern light fills your eyes
As you walk into the black
Sing yourself to sleep, my ghoul
Words filling your head like cobwebs in the night
You think you can escape fate
But must merely deal with the demons you invite

Whenever you lay down to rest, remember
Mors ultima linea rerum est

At the moment of death...

Dirt clings to your hands
Your secret hides itself away under your nails
Gold dripping from your pockets
As you vault over the rail
You raise your face to the wind
A skull clutched tightly to your chest
"With strange aeons, even death may die"
Mors ultima linea rerum est

You cannot dig enough graves
Before you fall into yesterday
Nor can you rob enough graves
To keep the devil at bay
In death, all become equal
The sinners lie with the saints
Gold, silver, and gems can never turn away the scythe
So, my ghoul, what is your complaint?

If even death shall die
There's no hope for you to eternal lie
So, my ghoul, when you do rest
Mors ultima linea rerum est


In articulo mortis
My grave robbing ghoul
Never protest
You'll only be the fool
At the moment of death
Remember
You are just as easily snuffed
As the last ember

So, pray, when you lay to rest, for
Mors ultima linea rerum est