Mortuary - Rites Of Death Lyrics

(J. Alanís) Awaiting the call Now you're prepared to die Now death takes your soul The mourning rites so fool No sorrow, no pain, no grief Prepared to face the reality No sorrow, no pain, no grief The mourning is not fatality Useless rites that finish in your death Nine days the dead is rot The prayers and the masses continued Squandered days he's not with God He's in his tomb he lives in hell He's not preoccupied for your faith And you guard respect for his death The meeting is presided by Satan You want to hear dead's voice and cry Demons answer your question and live In your rotten mind by a false faith Originated in your turbulent infancy In which you loved an image  passionately Rites of death Feel the pain Die in second death Bastard servant of the whore Are you prepared to die? Diiiieee!!!! Useless days that finish in your death Useless days that finish in your death! Mortuary Lyrics Rites Of Death Lyrics