uffer doеs the wolf, crawling to thee, promising a big fire, any fire. Saying I'm the one, he's gonna take me. I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I'm on fire.
Suffering is nigh, drawing to me. Calling me the one, I'm the white light, beautiful, finite.
Even the iron still fears the rot; hiding from something I cannot stop. Walking on shadows, I can't lead him back ...
I am no good nor evil, simply I am, and I have come to take what is mine. I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. I am here now as you run from me still. Run then, child ...