Golden Circle Still Burns

[count-in

Sticks click]

Ash in my lungs

Heat on my teeth

Boots in the cinders

I step to the wreath

There in the blaze

Golden circle on the ground

Angel of death

Black feathers falling down

Laughing at fear

Like it’s something she outgrew

Says

“Every last crown

Ends up right here with you”

Angel of death in the circle

Circle

King of death with a rusted throne

Fire all around us in a burning halo

Ash on my tongue

I won’t go home

Angel of death in the circle

Circle

King of death says

“Kneel or burn”

I plant my feet in the smoke and cinders

If this is the end

Then the golden circle still burns

He wears a grin

Made of iron and bone

Drags a dead man’s cape

Like it’s sewn to his soul

She lights a match

From the sparks in my eyes

Says

“You want out?”

I say

“I want to rise”

[drums drop to toms

Crowd clap]

Circle gets smaller

Flames get taller

He gets louder

I get stronger

She leans in

“Last wish?”

I spit ash

“More risk”

[guitars swell

Feedback]

Crowd screams my name

Like a curse

Like a prayer

If death is a kingdom

Then I’ll start the war right here