[vocals: forward, prominent, above mix] [vocal-style: harsh growl, dark, processed] [Short breaths] [Verse] Old names carved in stone Old hands rig the game Every mask hides the same face Sworn to each other in smoke [Verse] I was almost gone, ash on the wind Face in the warmth, hands at the rim I heard my name, soft as a prayer One step more, I was right there [Verse] Then the taste of rust, flood in my teeth Smoke in my lungs, grave-dirt beneath We mapped every crack in their wall The ground gave way beneath it all [Chorus] We let 'em burn No reprieve for the heinous Let 'em burn For the fallen and the blameless [Bridge] Ancient bloodlines break their crown Drag their secrets underground [Outro] No rest for the wicked No rest for the wicked
