I am the observer.

Mortum Incarnatum

Mortum Incarnatum

I am the observer

Mortum Incarnatum

Mortum 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.

Mortum Incarnatum

Mortum Incarnatum

I am the observer

Mortum Incarnatum

Mortum Incarnatum

I am the observ