Treasure the charm (Hunt me down)
That you have wished upon (Hunt me down)
Through golden grace (Swallowed down)
Now the storm is coming, coming
Swinging the blade (In rusted crown)
Of every lie you laid (And where you'll drown)
In golden graves (Buried deep)
Cause the storm is coming, coming
We stand, you fall
Shift in the tide (Hunted down)
Leaves nowhere left to hide (On broken ground)
A new embrace (A new divide)
And the calm is coming, coming
We stand, you fall