The soft embrace of the chill night air,
does nothing to quench the flames inside.
So, if you come at me you best beware,
those who've tried before have died.
I keep my rage and hate away,
from those that I hold dear.
And, away is where they stay,
for I'm someone to fear.
I have the killing rage, and hate,
burnt deep into my heart.
So if you want death as your fate,
then come on over, lets start.
Cause I will scratch, and kick, and bite,
I'll choke, and break all of your bones.
Don't come to me just looking to fight,
come looking to get a head stone.
