Laying traps lyrics - Crippled Black Phoenix song

We'll never bow, no compromise.
Come test me, feel my scorn.
I'll be coming back to haunt you when I'm gone.
Behold me!
We're laying traps back down.
Pray do watch us stand our grand,
As we're subversively misleading you out to sea.

The sound of poison has gone off.
Our traps aren't malleable, beware!
No dogma or deterrent can dissuade us from our torment path.
Said path has run nigh on eight years.
Dark skills in trade, We hone and sharpen arrow blade.
The trap is laid
While we await and wait and wait.

When we return at break of day,
We light first match, then start our way
Dictate us not.
Dictate us not.
The kill is near.
The kill is near.
We reached the snares 'afore midday,
The crusted blood marks future ways,
The kill is scored.
The kill is scored.
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray, Hooray.