Blood Runs Wild

I feel alive.
I find my fight in the night, in the shadow of the valley,
In the darkness of the forest, in the moonlight.
The people run in fear.
They know I'm not their own.
They sense that I am not alone.
They smell the iron and the bone.
My blood runs wild.
I feel alive.
I find my fight in the night, in the shadow of the valley,