Finis Coronat Opus Orden Ogan

(Remembered as comets, not as dead rocks)

How could they know I'm back from the dead
They are the killing kind
I've been led from the start by the man in my head
Behind my eyes and my mind

I've been put in the ground, six feet below
Stabbed, cut, strangled and skinned
I've been burned to the bones
Scattered in ashes, given to sea and to wind

Finis coronat opus
In nomine et ad honorem tenebrae
Finis coronat opus
In nomine et ad honorem tenebrae

You decide how you meet the end of the course
Kings also rule the day that they die
Remembered as comets, not as dead rocks
A fire that scorches the sky

Is there something that we will leave behind?
I don't know… I don't know why
We are built to fail at long sight
No matter how hard we try