Volatile are the ways of the desperate,
Those whose pride drowns their wit

Easy are the unbalanced to strike down,
But hard to predict
A blade easily passes through the flesh and bone,

But more resilient is conviction
If one is set to an action their will


Lets loose the beast
Flesh to feast
A life to cease

The beast is pleased

Bleed...

Die...

The drawn beast

Must taste the blood
Must wet it's lips
To sate it's lust

Must part the flesh
And drain it's fill
The beast of fate

The thrilling kill

Guiding the beast with vision

Volatile are the ways of the desperate,
Those whose pride drowns their wit
Easy are the unbalanced to strike down,

But hard to predict
Guide it's maw onto the flesh
Let it open it fresh

A blade easily passes through the flesh and bone,
But more resilient is conviction
If one is set to an action their will

Let's loose the beast
On flesh to feast
A life to cease

Guiding the beast with vision

The drawn beast must taste the blood

Must wet it's lips to sate it's lust...
Must part the flesh and drain it's fill
The beast of fate's thrilling kill

The drawn beast must taste the blood