Meridian

Now long dead servants from a time that time forgot They say your whispers are a roar Meridia Trust only that your smile, trust only that your smile Makes monsters out of men Meridia Your whispers are a roar, your stammered words are law Meridia A dark philosophy, so void and empty Bereft of light for those who felt it's claws For whom and to what end were they sacrificed? No meritocracy Such poison envy With words of black set light to the throne And become Meridian Megalomaniacal Is there a reason you wear red to a butcher's funeral? Is there a reason you see love where there's only pain? Brother turns on brother for you, Meridia Coats of red Coats of blue Both bleed black for you O' Meridia, how could such devotion bequeath you pain? This world is yours This world is Meridian Let their blood be yours Unholy in your healing hands There's a famine in these fields just to feed Your fertile lands A monolithic veil doused in rust Built on the backs of those whom drown in lust whilst they kneel For you Meridia, oh you Meridia Who'd sit and wilt without a soul to scream your name Before the miracle bloomed, and you saw the truth Oh, how the howls never cease now you've no heart left to soothe Brother turns on brother for you, Meridia Coats of red Coats of blue Both bleed black for you O' Meridia, how could such devotion bequeath you pain? This world is yours This world is Meridian Let their blood be yours Let their blood be your meridian And never writhe in agony again Bereft of light for those who felt it's claws For whom and to what end were they sacrificed? No meritocracy Such poison envy With words of black set light to the throne And become Meridian Brother turns on brother for you, Meridia Coats of red Coats of blue Both bleed black for you O' Meridia, how could such devotion bequeath you pain? This world is yours This world is Meridian Let their blood be yours Let their blood be your meridian And never writhe in agony again Oh melancholy matriarch In the seeds you sow the flood No whispered weep can stem your rivers of blood For you, dying kings live only for the chance to die on their knees Your words are law Your breath, Meridian