[0:00]Rise from the black, no tether, no play, blood in the dust that's the curse on me. You can't bury what claws beneath. Fractured ritual swear to my creed.
[0:26]Bass line rattles like a tolling in the rain. Shadow screaming while they whisper my name. Exceed allegiance, sharp and teeth, tied every wound to a heaven of grief. Hands to the pyre, voices decay, specters of the fallen won't drift away. Crown made of fracture, throne made of ash. No mercy given, no death too.
[1:07]Yeah!
[1:17]Rise from the black, no tether, no plea, blood in the dust that's the curse on me. You can't bury what claws beneath. Fractured ritual, I swear to my creed.
[1:38]Whispers in the dark drag me under. Drag me under. Chains in my chest, tear me open. Tear me open. I can't dig so deep.
[2:18]I can't dig so deep.
