Cradle of Spikes

Grin of a razor, kiss of the lead
I’m carving a crown out of hunger and bread
No gods in the gutter, no ghosts in the hall
Just the sound of the hammer hitting the wall
I don’t want your prayers, I don’t want your light
I’m feeding the beast in the dead of the night


Can you hear the steel singing?
Can you feel the edge bringing the pain?
It’s a jagged design!

Припев
Welcome to the Cradle of Spikes!
Where the throne is a wreck and the king is a strike
Tear down the curtain, break all the glass
Living for the wreckage, living for the crash
In the Cradle of Spikes, we burn to be free!




Stitched up my shadow, painted it black
Locked every door, never looking back
The wolves at the table are waiting to dine
On the bitter grapes of a sour wine

Припев
Welcome to the Cradle of Spikes!
Where the throne is a wreck and the king is a strike
Tear down the curtain, break all the glass
Living for the wreckage, living for the crash
In the Cradle of Spikes, we burn to be free!


Spikes! (Closer)
Spikes! (Deeper)
Burn it all down!