The Saw - Wolfheart

Eye for an eye

Cold blood on the ground

Is my chosen reprisal

Flowing red washes away

These sins are not defined by a God

My retaliation

The teeth of the saw

Like a row of rusty nails

On the backside of a sword

Cuts both ways

Without fear defy

The wrath of fire

With absence of pain

Greet the flame of ice

Stand against the gale

Relentless and dire

With absence of grief

Meet the rising tide

Cut for a scar

Broken bone for a tombstone

I’m the blade of vengeance

River runs red and washes away

These crimes are not defined by laws

Without fear defy

The wrath of fire

With absence of pain

Greet the flame of ice

Stand against the gale

Relentless and dire

With absence of grief

Meet the rising tide