A Beast of My Own Making
The wolf steps out of the dark, and it's the perfect shape of everything I'm afraid of. That's no accident. I made it, out of years of hating what I needed.
The laughter dies, the goblins flee
And silence comes to look at me
From out the dark, a shadow grows
A scent of ancient, frozen snows
Two burning suns in a cage of bone
A hate that chills me to the stone
A matted coat, a ragged ear
The perfect architecture of my fear
Oh, Fenrir, Fenrir, beast of rage
You beautiful and broken cage
I see the strength in every scar
The lonely, hateful, fallen star
You are the engine, pure and true
A beast of my own making, me and you
You do not charge, you do not leap
You test the ground, the secrets keep
A hunter's grace, a killer's mind
The feral logic, left behind
By gods and men who broke your jaw
And taught your heart a single law
The only trust is in the bite
The only truth is endless night
Oh, Fenrir, Fenrir, beast of rage
You beautiful and broken cage
I see the strength in every scar
The lonely, hateful, fallen star
You are the engine, pure and true
A beast of my own making, me and you
And for a breath, my heart can see
The wounded child inside of thee
The chain, the betrayal, the endless pain
That drives you mad in the bitter rain
A flash of pity, sharp and deep
But pity's just a word I keep
To whisper to myself at night
It doesn't help me win the fight
The saddest monster in the world
Will kill you with its teeth unfurled
Your tragic story doesn't mean
A single goddamn, fucking thing
You're here to eat
I'm here to bleed