Down the rabbit hole we fell, into maps of war and pain,
A kingdom torn by iron and fire—welcome to Alice N Chains.
No tea parties here, no smiles remain,
Just nobles whispering doom, and villages aflame.
The Queen of Hearts rules harsh and sly,
“Off with their heads!” her battle cry.
The Cheshire grin fades in the rain,
As banners burn—Alice N Chains.
Our catapults sing through blood-red skies,
Each world reset, another dies.
Mad Hatters forge their spears insane,
Drunk on power, drunk on pain.
Yet still we march through dream and dust,
In twisted lands where maps turn rust.
Our loyalty forged through endless campaigns—
We are the madness... Alice N Chains
