Exitus semper est

In directione opposta

Exitus semper est

In directione motus nostri

Cracked marble halo

Falls from the rusted dome

Incense and ash

Paint a cross on the stone

Priests made of shadows

Drink from a fractured grail

Every prayer backwards

Every saint grown pale

We march in circles

Around the open grave

Candles spit black smoke

As if the dark could save

Exitus semper est

(in directione opposta)

We are running toward the pyre

But the door is in the fire

Exitus semper est

(in directione motus nostri)

Every step we take in haste

Is a knife that bends our fate

Clock hands convulse

In a spiral of glass

Choirs in crimson

Laugh at the holy mass

Masks made of mirrors

Shatter on every face

All our straight lines

Curl into twisted grace

We swear we’re chosen

To outrun what we fear

Yet every shouted vow

Summons it here

Exitus semper est

(in directione opposta)

We are running toward the pyre

But the door is in the fire

Exitus semper est

(in directione motus nostri)

Every road we crown as right

Is the furthest from the light

O

Rota caeca

Vertitur

Vertitur

O

Via recta

Frangitur

Frangitur

Ave contraria

Duc nos per abyssum

Per motum nostrum

Clauditur exitus

Exitus semper est

(in directione opposta)

We are racing toward the end

As it waits around the bend

Exitus semper est

(in directione motus nostri)

When we flee the coming night

We abandon every rite

Exitus semper est

Sussurrat in ossibus

Exitus semper est

Rideamus

Perimus