In a flickering darkness lies a man
With steel as his witness, he had a plan
His days of gold were over
The gods are finally sober

In a room full of dust
I discovered blood is lust
At my only reach for trust
This blood tastes like rust
The locksmith is on his way
A cold steel and the winds of this day

The wet air in our lungs
Bones on our bleeding gums
We are the cursed of the realm
There will be a story for you to tell

From a chaotic future, he looked back
The mindless follow in his tracks
Under them, the earth shall crack
Whoever loved her is not coming back
The locksmitch is now cursed
He knows not of the word "remorse"

I'm closing this door
The locksmith will close it more
His steel is in my head
A steel wishing for all's death