It roars My blood strikes hot, then cold Steps closer I stand No, I fall The horns scrape the dark A beast, a God, a mirror, a maw I swing my blade’s too slow It laughs my fear it knows
It roars My blood strikes hot, then cold Steps closer I stand No, I fall The horns scrape the dark A beast, a God, a mirror, a maw I swing my blade’s too slow It laughs my fear it knows