A time of grace
An evil masquerade
You soon will learn
To heed the words
A stealthy look
The game will end in fire
Years of trouble
Died in seconds
Chasing your steps
Hunt for the heart
Close to the magnet of thorns
Don't waste your breath
Don't waste your breath on me
The filthy tongue
The burning lungs
Chasing your steps
Hunt for the heart
Close to the magnet of thorns
I truly embrace it
I won't ask you why
Concealed in silence
Our withering life
Chasing your steps
Hunt for the heart
Close to the magnet of thorns