Breathing Fire - Tarot

All is twisted, all I see is glowing red

Fire is on my tongue, in my eye

It is in my head

Smoke of burning village fills my mouth

Screams fill my ears, I am young

I am free, I am wild and I am fierce

Breathing fire, the viper’s son

Golden is my hide

And my wings are darker than black

Three feet long

Are the nails that grow on my back

Screaming with hatred eyes blazing insane

Eating corpses thrusting souls into pain