Ars Moriendi
Mr. Bungle
He who hears in the vast silence
He who wafts on the red wind
In extremis
He who leaps across the precipice
He who steals pearls from the ashes
Ride si sapis
Ave atque vale
I shall rise again
Bardo of the flesh
So feast on me
All my bones are laughing
As you're dancing on my grave
Ave atque vale
