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 slave 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