From this trench of sparks
The inextinguishable flare
From the pulse of my veins
Bursting eyes at the sight
While charred bones grind
While my knuckles crackle
I'm free from the shackles
I leave this distorted realm
For hell to merge with me
From the burning oak underneath
To the grit of my gnawing teeth
For hell to merge with me
The burning oak underneath
Is the key to my shackles