Step to the edge
Preordained demise, empty of life
I am sick; with no love left to feel
Tongue of silver
Lull me to sleep
Hemlock poison
Curing me
Loss of self
Called into the void
Terrified
Life agleam
Steel pushed through my eye
Second sight
Tongue of silver
You are not worth it
I need no way out
Two-Three-Four
Fate
Mine to bend and shape
Able to carve at will
Realize how much love I
Have left to feel
Long live death
All hail
Long live death
All hail
Long live death