Worthy of the Dead
All are prey in the eyes of the wild
All are slaves to the pillars of woe
Arrow and bone woven as one
In a cloak of red, truly worthy of the dead

I long to take the form
Molded by the sword
Claiming life by the fist
Followed by the abyss

I've tasted fear, I've tasted hate
Nothing in this world's ever worth its weight
I've tasted love, I've tasted fate
There is nothing left to take

Nothing left to take
Nothing left for me
Nothing left to taste
Nothing in this world's ever worth its weight

All are prey in the eyes of the wild
All are slaves to the pillars of woe
I long to take the form
Molded by the sword
Claiming life by the fist
Followed by the abyss

I've tasted fear, I've tasted hate
Nothing in this world's ever worth its weight
I've tasted love, I've tasted fate
There is nothing left to take

Nothing left to take
Nothing left for me
Nothing left to taste
Nothing in this world's ever worth its weight

All are prey in the eyes of the wild
All are slaves to the pillars of woe
Blessed is the worm who feeds
Upon the heart of the beast

Arrow and bone woven as one
In a cloak of red, truly worthy of the dead

Truly worthy of the dead