One step meets two, open, in the sea street. We will reign free, I can't be king. Right me from this dead bulb. One step meets two, open, in the sea street.
Sleep takes its hold with a sinking pull. And now that I'm alone, this burst of light. Fills my lids and I'm awake to the songs of horror. Your ill-bought greatness, he's seen it all from the frame.
To the husbands and daughters, brides and sons. You put a tyrannic terror up on his throne. He's collecting blood like diamonds from all. Behind this door we face a war, it's claiming more.