Breathing in faster, blood boiling
Fuel to my fire, fiercely roiling
Wroth with rage, raving with fury
Ready to rampage in hurry.

The skin on my bones catches fire,
My heart turns to cold stone, goes dead.
My shape shifts into something dire.
Overcome, I am seeing red.

Hear my growls! Gods help ye in way;
Only They can help you today,
For your frail flesh is nought to me
But air 'tween the axe and the tree.

The skin on my bones catches fire,
My heart turns to cold stone, goes dead.
My shape shifts into something dire.
Overcome, I am seeing red.

I can feel your trepidation,
Feeding this wondrous sensation,
Bolverk's ecstasy I exalt
As this wolf rumbles in assault.

The skin on my bones catches fire,
My heart turns to cold stone, goes dead.
My shape shifts into something dire.
Overcome, I am seeing red.

You thought you could win; fools, ye all!
Ye broke like waves 'gainst cliffside wall.
Your wounds inflicted were futile,
Only making me versatile.

The skin on my bones catches fire,
My heart turns to cold stone, goes dead.
My shape shifts into something dire.
Overcome, I am seeing red.

© Justin Douglas Blackford

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