Waiting
Watching
Who will be the king?
When one must win
One must lose
Pray God, let it be not me!
Snapping
Snarling
Tasting fear, tasting death
Biting
Barking
Hate comes with every breath
Then when fang and flesh connect
Metal is in the air
And crimson stains on my fur
Prove that the wound is there.
First blood drawn
Now the fight is on
And who the victor is
I no longer care
It is for the fight I live
To the fight my blood I give
First blood drawn
In this hungry scarlet dawn.