My heart is frozen
Lost to the endless winter
Let me show you the storm that rages deep inside

I see nothing more than blood and fury

You made me the monster you see
When you stole my life away
When you destroyed all I could be

I’ll bleed you dry, and rip it back
For every pound of flesh and bone you stole from me

It’s plain to see what's [bad word] of me
And I’ve never felt quite so alive
You broke my soul and fed me this rage
But your worst mistake was letting me survive

I smell your fear from the sky
You’re nothing more than [bad word] fly
Fight me, strike me, bring me down
All I want's your broken wings

Like broken sparrows they fall with the frozen rain
Scattered like broken glass and pain

To feed my spite
To fuel my wrath
I sold my soul to the wendigoes and there’s no turning back

All I’m meant to be

It’s plain to see what's [bad word] of me
And I’ve never felt quite so alive
You broke my soul and fed me this rage
But your worst mistake was letting me survive

And I’m alive

Like fire ice and broken knives I feel this [bad word] through my - jagged gears and veins

This toxic plague of war is all that remains

When you took my legs
You took my world... and I... 
Fell to [bad word] like a stone thrown from the sky
I’ll snap your little wings and drag you down with me

I know that face, I know your flight
The prismatic light that I dream of painting bloody red
I challenge you, on this night, and I will bury steel inside your head

And I will put an end to the scourge of the sky
You’re flesh and bone, I’ll bring you down and I’ll drain your life in to the ground
I won't let you plague our world; I will break your rainbow crown!

And when you make it down to [bad word] my friend
Let these words echo through the halls

It’s plain to see what's [bad word] of me
And I’ve never felt quite so alive
You broke my soul and fed me this rage
But your worst mistake was letting me survive

It’s plain to see what's [bad word] of me
And I’ve never felt quite so alive
You broke my soul and fed me this rage
But your worst mistake was letting me survive