It's the start of the end. Surrender the throne. The blood on my hands covered the holes. We've been surrounded by vicious cycles. And we're truly alone, the scars on your heart are yours to atone. We've been surrounded. Let them sing. The deeper you dig, the darker it gets. There's nowhere left for us to go. We live what we learn, and then we forget. We'll never find our way back home. They came like moths to a flame. You left like a house in a hurricane. The wolves are at my door. I hear them clawing at the gates; "Let us in, let us in." I hear them calling out my name. I don't care, let them sing. Let them bastards sing. Let the god forsaken bastards sing. The wolves are at my door. But I can't see the writing on the walls. The wolves are at my door. Waiting for my empire to fall.
When Bring Me The Horizon finally returned home from their last world tour in December 2011, they’d been on the road for two whole ...