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