Afterlife STIM (Jordan Rys & Ben Waldee) (Ft. RJ Pasin)

Head bowed almost passed the light
My grip slackens around the knife
Because the free don't have to fight
But I'm chained to the afterlife

I walk through the ruins
Of the roundtable hold
So wise but I'm old
Just devastated
I strike the illusion
Cause the make of my soul
Is the path that I take not
The road I hated

Stare into the abyssal waters
Fury's purified by honor
Margit Fell, but I still prosper
These Omen chains are one shade darkеr

Head bowed almost passed thе light
My grip slackens around the knife
Because the free don't have to fight
But I'm chained to the afterlife

Half-blood black blade I'm consecrated
Godskin white cape I'm decorated
Whetstone dried up this blade corroded
My fury tempered in a scarlet ocean
Prophet to the tyrant
Sighted serve the blinded
Burn the ultraviolet
Sow the peace before I'm dying