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