Running through a forest filled with Ill-intent
Thunder like music to my feet
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?