White Knuckles

I crown me king of the sweet cold north

With my carpet of needles and my crown of snow

I will shatter all guns and I will break all swords

Melt the hate in the bonfire watch the golden glow

And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm

White knuckles

And when it burns too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm

White knuckles

I dub me lord of the kind warm pine woods

With my blue lipped frost bitten flightless fae

I crown me protector of the good

Creatures hiding abiding by the hunter’s ways

And when it hurts too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm

White knuckles

And when it hurts too bad gotta dig your nails into your palm

White knuckles

Why does man find beauty in submission?

Rather nail her coat to his wall than her eyes be bright

He thinks something strong needs to be controlled

In my kingdom the streets are always safe at night

And when you’re scared so bad gotta dig your nails into your palm

White knuckles

You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world

Red knuckles

You gotta hit so hard so they know that this was never their world

Red knuckles