And what to do with your life, so old and strange
Never ever gonna track to the kill on your crooked wings again
Perched on a hanging tree with a greyness in your eye
Prepare to greet the black unseen
The darkest dream the darkest dream
Bag of bones out on the highway
Vultures sort through the remains
Left his bones out on the highway
Requiem for a king of kings
And who inherits the thrones of bastard kings
Who possessed of the iron claw and a dead eye on the wing
Search for your final breath in the fading of the light
Prepare to greet the black unseen
The darkest dream the darkest dream
Snake sword severs the mortal cord
Septuarian overlord
Left his bones out on the highway
Hangman's tree, dead bird's grave