Haunted by sweet ira
She loves to dig her claws into fresh meat
Tear flesh from bones
Blood, sin, and hatred fill the room like smoke
She whispers dark secrets, venomous lies
Rage rises within the soul
Trying to break out
Wishing to unleash the madness inside
Anger follows up and down your arms
Like a thousand ants marching
Fingers curl into mighty fists
Eyes flash with scarlet hues
Anger lashes out at anyone
Mostly attacked ones held so dear
If it takes control there will be a price to pay
Blood would coat every wall; sin will have you by the throat