Madder Mortem

This is where the bodies fell
Feel the pressure on the surface
Too long buried arrogance
Rising up to reign
Palpable and crystal pure
Sovereign and without master
Perfected and far too sure
It is on its way
Save us
Stay your hand
We are born too far from morality
This is where it all began,
Where the wounds were left to fester
Here the feeder will unhand
Those that could not choose
Here, at last, it all comes true