
I am the beast, a wild wolf
Steel trap jaw and mighty paws
I refuse to be a carcass
Bleached bones among white stones
I starve protecting a pack of thieves
Stay, and die upon these fallen leaves
Kick dirt in the air, raise hair on the neck
Shred throats for mercy, they bleed out among the regret
I am the beast, a wild wolf
Piercing eyes – Sheep’s disguise
I refuse to be a carcass
Predator’s trick – Vulture’s toothpick
Twitch of the ear and the journey starts
You follow your head, abandon the heart
In solitude is the thrill of the fight
Ragged soul, you rage, hunt down the night
Paws pound the ground.
You escape,
escape without a sound.
Teeth and fur,
nothing more to give.
A rabid will to live.
The blood runs red.
The blood runs red.
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