Blackguard - Bonebreaker

What subtle way to burn bridges

Kicking and screaming until you’re left with nothing

'Til you’re left with nothing

Look at what is left of you… an omen of sickness

Do you find happiness?

Do you seek fulfilment?

It’s just a matter of time, you’ll get what you deserve

Dragged through the mud, we’re better off alone, all alone

Starting from the end, dead on your tracks

Your message is slipping through the cracks

I wait for your imminent demise

It’s your kind that I despise

Drag your name through the mud

Let us see how long you can play along

Marching to the beat of your own drum

Hope you can keep up