Overture of progression,

Sanctimonious bullshit prevails,

Judgment of the wicked,

A slippery slope do we sail,

Downwards into the abyss,

Below anything we have ever felt,

The pale princess now sits on a throne of blood,

Held together by the bones of those she’s fell,

Worship this falling thing,

Shed a tear for what she was,

For what she has lost and know that as the killers fall in around her,

Not all will live to tell the tale of her fall…