Would you believe I got the sun in my hands, oh no
Natural behavior, to kill when you need a lunch
Your dam is moving slow
Decrepit, weak and old
He has spots and his skin is warm, run
before it gets cold, frozen
Would you believe that I never got burnt, oh no
Natural behavior, to leave when you need to go
Cradle of brave wolves
you're sitting right there, alone
Cradle of poison
snakes slithers around, I choke