Another year come and gone
Another masquerade
Built a cell to hide the dawn
Another debt repaid

These bones they ache
A silent monologue
The dreams I force myself forsake
Lost again within this fog

Blood calls to frost like an old friend
Long familar runes carved in stone
Warring with myself until the very end
The wolf, the serpent, my Ragnarök alone

It lives in my heart like a predator
Howling silently as I look upon you
One day these shackles loose with a mighty roar
These pieces of me you never knew

So this is the end, the world falls beneath the waves
The serpent slain, mighty Thor upon his knees
But this hunger never falters, always craves
This tiny taste enough, my sickness, my disease

My flesh, this prison forged of phantom craft
Shackles strain as I pull against my bones
I howl and rage as I push and pull it cracks
Such is this, at the end of the world.