No words, pure heart No heart, pure hate No hate, pure kill No words, just spill I lost my home Nowhere to go I lost my soul My blood is cold I'll gird my loins now I'll dress in skins Pick up my guns now Fight to the end
Queen of the antlers tonight Bronze handed master of flight Bringing the battle to light Queen of the antlers tonight I close my mouth on mud and vines My hair grows snakes My teeth build shrines
Queen of the antlers tonight Bronze handed master of flight Bringing the battle to light Queen of the antlers tonight Queen of the antlers tonight Bronze handed master of flight
Bringing the battle to light Queen of the antlers tonight My will is your tomb I know no doubt This wood is my womb And I'll cut you out
I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out I'll cut you out
