It roars
My blood strikes hot, then cold
Steps closer
I stand
No, I fall
The horns scrape the dark
A beast, a God, a mirror, a maw
I swing my blade’s too slow
It laughs my fear it knows
It roars
My blood strikes hot, then cold
Steps closer
I stand
No, I fall
The horns scrape the dark
A beast, a God, a mirror, a maw
I swing my blade’s too slow
It laughs my fear it knows

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