Running through a forest filled with Ill-intent

Thunder like music to my feet

Flying

Laughing

Dancing

One with the wind and rain

Oh glorious spirit hear my plea

Fill me with a passion to rule the stars

And the desire to want no more

Running through a forest filled with ill-intent

Am I fated to live and die by the beasts of the field?

I walked in a field of sorrow

Called the day mine

As for tomorrow

Fate is not mine for the taking

No mine for the killing

But mine to rule

Running through a forest of ill-intent

When will I rest my HEAD?