Trapfall Reckoning
The stone yields under foot
Your armor cracks apart
I see the end in sight I strike right through your heart
Yield to the ground
The crown is coming down
No fortress left to hold Your empire turning cold
(turning cold)
Did you believe it was done? (chuckle)
A pretty dance you played
Now look beneath your boots
The snare
is already set
One strike to shatter bone
Two to strip away the grace
No anger in my hand Just iron in its place
(down,
stay
down)
Break the shield Break the stride Nowhere left for light to hide
Fall beneath the weight of stone
Die upon the steps alone
The breath gives out
The dust settles in (shhh)