See I don't care what you think
And I see how you sharpen those horns
How you come at me and repeat
Your motives are righteous I'm sure
With dicks and knives laid bare
They're pointed but pointless you see
But feel free and aim them
Just make sure you aim that at me
So - the shaper - he sings
A dragon sits on his gold
The Wolf bares his teeth
With reason purpose and hope
His whispers lick like flames
Like a flame
Like a flame
Like a flame
Like a flame