Walk among the wounded folk, leaving a trail of blood behind
Antlers worn around the throat, power comes with a price
Unfit to fight, unfit to rule, a forfeiture most deserving
This fake armada brings no peace
Only prolonging fate

Push the blade further in, listening for distress
Wait for signs that ward off others, now to satiate
Pick up that mask, made of lead
Feel the jaw dislocate
Feel the jaw dislocate
Feel the jaw dislocate

A twisted pariah, in my brain's dynasty
My heart is a landmine
Place your pressure on my chest

Death is on its way
Death is on its way
Death is on its way, so hang your head
Hang your head, feel the weight of the blade