Damned by the Pope - Pallida Mors

I was born out ov my bludgeoned body
Forever guarding my accursed grave
I will not pray to God for my soul to take
My lovers hand held the blade
That ended my life for treacherous greed
I will not pray to God for my soul to take
Pallida Mors, I am pale death
Vengeance from the grave
Through the halls I pace, dragging the chains that bound me
Jury, judge, and executioner to all whom enter
Through the ages I've claimed the souls of the brave
Whom dare to disturb my sanctuary
Pallida Mors, I am pale death
Vengeance from the grave
Kill the innocent and the guilty
In mercy I do not partake, love is but a tragedy, in death I have found meaning
A blissfulness ov which I do attest
Through the halls I pace, dragging the chains that bound me
Jury, judge, and executioner to all whom enter
Through the ages I've claimed the souls of the brave
Whom dare to disturb my sanctuary
Confined with in these walls my body was left to rot
Desecrated by maggots, a knife in my neck
Betrayed by my only beloved
Pallida Mors, I am pale death
Vengeance from the grave