Standing before you with an angry sneer
Beneath your laughter I can smell your fear
That cold hearted stare into the eyes of the weak
Was a promise of the havoc that I will soon wreak
Should you ever meet my wrath
Then run the other way
For a clash between us
Would mean a dark and bloody day
Nothing you do will ever placate me
Until I have you cowering
On the ground before me
Forgive me for taunting
But I’m done playing
