I can feel it
Inside my bones
It's not my nature
But all I've ever known
Raised in hate
With a pride undeserved
Flying dead men's flags
Hurling rich men's stones
Clouds of thunder
What am I?
Prey or hunter?
Makes me wonder
I'll find a way
Through the smoke and fire
It's you or me
And I'll never give in
Face to face with my enemy
An embrace with the blade
Death rides in and whispers:
I'll take you all the same