From the mist to the flame Count my teeth Remember my name Boots in the bog, cold mud to my greaves Frogs sing psalms while the crow-god breathes Rust on steel but edge still clean Lantern in my hand a cursed beam Got a map in the scars on my back, that’s fate Every line one sin, every sin one gate Hood pulled low, see the will-o-wisp dance If the fen tries bite, let them advance Chain on the scabbard goes clash like thunder Name in the taverns they speak with wonder "That’s the knight who bargained with the grave" they say Tell the creatures step aside, I was born for the fray From the misty marsh to the dark wood hunger Through the broken earth where the hellfires thunder We ride, we crawl, we burn, we bleed Every cursed mile feeds the need Treasure in the teeth of the beast we own On a sojourn through the scorched realms Far from home Leather on my wrists, old sigils in the seams Dagger on my thigh, sharp as unpaid dreams Spit on the fog, let it taste my spite If the swamp wants souls, it can choke on mine Step to the treeline, roots like ribs Crows in the canopy counting my sins Owl in the crook speaks once, then twice "Past these pines, only steel and vice" I laugh in the hush, make the branches bow Every step snaps back like a broken vow Bark bleeds black when my fingers trace I branded the forest when I left that place Hear the wolves sing low like a warning drum But the gold calls louder "Come, child, come" Ash in the lungs, still we chant that creed If the path eats flesh let it choke on greed From the misty marsh to the dark wood hunger Through the broken earth where the hellfires thunder We ride, we crawl, we burn, we bleed Every cursed mile feeds the need Treasure in the teeth of the beast we own On a sojourn through the scorched realms Far from home [low vocal register, guitars chug harder] Now the trees fall back, ground cracks, glow red Sky split open like a dragon’s head Sulfur in the wind, turns the tongue to stone Every heartbeat hits like a war drum blown Obsidian fangs in the hills ahead Magma in the veins of the mountain bed Demons in the smoke draw cards with bones We ante with scars, we raze their thrones I walk that ridge, cloak catching sparks Hammer on my shoulder, built for broken hearts I tie my hair with a serpent’s spine If the void wants blood, it can start with mine We see that gate, iron jaws spread wide Seven skulls grin from the black hillside Behind that door, crowns dipped in sin We don’t knock, we carve our way in You fear that fire? I forged my will in hotter You fear that sire? I taught those fiends their slaughter If the spawn of the pit want war, then rise We’ll trade you blow for blow and eye for eye From the misty marsh to the dark wood hunger Through the broken earth where the hellfires thunder We ride, we crawl, we burn, we bleed Every cursed mile feeds the need Treasure in the teeth of the beast we own On a sojourn through the scorched realms Far from home From the reed-choked graves to the molten throne We found our worth in the lands overthrown If the road runs out we cut new stone On a sojourn through the scorched realms Never going home
