Red of Tooth and Claw.

A ritual that turns anger
Into power
Resolve and righteous action
A chant in thrumming lows
And piercing strings ascension

When we meet
You will see
I will destroy everything of beauty
When I cast a crown and rattle dice
At the king of the lonely's throne
You'll hear me trampling back
You'll hear me coming home

The sand comes up to our chests
Like the tide
And reduces our skins to the bones
Which it polishes to a sheen
Our hip bones knock
Ribs interlock
In the rising sand
Our bones are clean