Mortem Incarnatum

I am the observer
Mortem Incarnatum, Mortem Incarnatum
I am the observer
Mortem Incarnatum, Mortem Incarnatum
I am the observer

I look down upon the world perched on a rooftop
The wind blows through my cloak
I observe the world as it carries on
Feeding on the carrion
The flesh of their own
The flesh of their brothers
Clenched in their hungry teeth
Power and glory is what the people seek

They can't think on their own
Yet they perceive like they are alone
This kingdom isn't made of stone
This kingdom is made of flesh and bone

Built on the graves of those who have fallen before them
Masses of slaves waging war on themselves
in the name of the conclave
Murderers
Adulterers
Betraying one another
Brother turned against each other

I look down upon the world perched on a rooftop
The wind blows through my cloak
I observe the world as it carries on
Feeding on the carrion
The flesh of their own
The flesh of their brothers
Clenched in their hungry teeth
Power and glory is what the people seek

I am the observer
Mortem Incarnatum, Mortem Incarnatum
I am the observer
Mortem Incarnatum, Mortem Incarnatum
I am the observer



Credits
Writer(s): Byron John Sampson, Daniel Eugene Watson
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