As we walk farther into this dark chasm We begin to see the shadows waver just slightly Like the unassuming players in an elabotate scheme To dethrone the king and spill the blood of his allies And as the water drains slowly into our boots We can only assume that there will be a light at the end of this tunnel But there is no need to fear because our fate is set in stone And the air smells of death now But we are comforted by the sound of our own black hearts beating in our chests And the familiar itch of our skin End my life She screamed I want to die now (Pretend that this never happened I will lift you from this foul soil)