Ars bene Moriendi
You have been entrusted with the book of death
The collection, accompanying your last moments
The one which will allow you to save your soul
The one which will allow you to penetrate the darkness without fear
The Ars Moriendi, this vicious fable
Skilled at taming innocent spirits
The Ars Moriendi, this pernicious quest
Enclave the souls and tear them away from time
(Stare fixedly on these sad lords
Pierce their dishonored souls
By lies and turpitude
You will find only desolation there)
The time has come to reject the book of death
And to surrender your soul to time
For if there is an art to die well
It is only the work of decay
(For let us hope for nothing from death
Only an eternal rest...)
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