Lyrics of Arcanum Mortis - Dargaard

Arcanum Mortis (original)

Ecce anus in mediis sedens annosa puellis
Sacra facit Tacitae — nec tamen illa tacet —
Et digitis tria tura tribus sub limine ponit
Qua brevis occultum mus sibi fecit iter…
Tunc cantata ligat cum fusco licia plumbo
Et septem nigras versat in ore fabas
Quodque pice adstriuxit, quod acu traiecit aena
Obsutum maenae torret in igne caput
Vina quoque instillat… vini quodcumque
Relictum est, aut ipsa aut comites, plus
Tamenipsa bibit, «hostiles linguas
Inimicaque vinximus ora»
Dicit discedens ebriaque exit anus

(translation)

Here's an old woman sitting in the middle of the halls
He does the sacred things in silence
Put three fingers and three incense below the threshold
Which short secret mouse has made its way…
Then she wraps up the enchanted brown thread with lead
And he turns seven black in the mouth of a bean
And that he fixed the pitch, which he crossed with a needle in bronze
The snake's head is covered in fire
She also drops wine… any wine
The other one is either she or her companions, plus
She drank "hostile tongues"
We have conquered and unfriendly
says drunken anus