Laying Traps - Crippled Black Phoenix

We’ll never bow, no compromise

Come test me, feel my scorn

I’ll be coming back to haunt you when I’m gone

Behold me!

We’re laying traps back down

Pray do watch us stand our ground

As we’re subversively misleading you out to sea

The sound of poison has gone off

Our traps aren’t malleable, beware!

No dogma or deterrent can dissuade us from our torment path

Said path has run nigh on eight years

Dark skills in trade, we hone and sharpen arrow blade

The trap is laid

While we await and wait and wait

When we return at break of day

We light first match, then start our way

Dictate us not

Dictate us not

The kill is near

The kill is near

We reached the snares 'afore midday

The crusted blood marks future ways

The kill is scored

The kill is scored

Hoorah, Hooray

Hoorah, Hooray