And we hold our knives aloft
As one
Shining steel under moonlit sky
Riding to the edge of oblivion
We've been honed by our precious precision
And we've tested our mettle
A stab in the dark
Knives out
Yeah
Death by a thousand cuts
And we'll bleed out every night
Because it's the slow twist of the knife
A mortal wound in this fight
Say goodnight to this life