All the ships have sailed from burning shores
Bringing home your prize, but at what price?
You've been caught out, shaking hands with shadows
He'll promise you the world
But that beast is still a foe
And the sun burning down around you
You've got nowhere left to go
Your knees hit the ground
As he takes off your crown
We've made, branches into homes
Built castles from the stones
You sold your worthless soul for your weight in gold
You've made, branches into homes
Built castles from the stones
Watch us tear it to the ground.