Father, Daughter, Throne (MORTIS AND PHTHISIS)

Verse 1

Deep beneath the roots of stone

Mortis sits upon his throne

Iron crown and eyes of ash

Where the Stygian waters lash

At his side his shadow grows

Phthisis counts the fading rose

Flesh to dust and breath to chill

Every beating heart grows still

Chorus

Bow before the dark design

Father, daughter, throne divine

Mortis claims the final breath

Phthisis rots the world to death

In the deep where shadows bleed

They fulfill the mortal need

Ruling where the black tides run

Underworld without a sun

Verse 2

Phthisis walks the silent halls

Wasting touch on marble walls

Lungs grow heavy, vision blurs

Every creeping plague is hers

Mortis holds the heavy shears

Cutting through the thread of years

No appeal and no delay

Kings and beggars turn to clay

Chorus

Bow before the dark design

Father, daughter, throne divine

Mortis claims the final breath

Phthisis rots the world to death

In the deep where shadows bleed

They fulfill the mortal need

Ruling where the black tides run

Underworld without a sun

Bridge

They are not cruel, they are the end

The quiet dark that all attend

A father’s grip, a daughter’s sigh

The reason why the living die

From the first cry to the tomb

All must enter in their room

Chorus

Bow before the dark design

Father, daughter, throne divine

Mortis claims the final breath

Phthisis rots the world to death

In the deep where shadows bleed

They fulfill the mortal need

Ruling where the black tides run

Underworld without a sun

Outro

Ashes fall

Shadows rise

Close your eyes

Phthisis breathes

Mortis waits

At the gates

Silence reigns