Wrath

The wrathful kings of the savana

Lions still dig their claws to other kin

Their claws clinging to their flesh and tearing their bodies

The blood of their victims decorating the ground of the Savana

Men of the lion will never cease to erase the red that fills their hearts

The red that transfer from the heart to the eye

Their glasses will be tinted in red so the blood they spilled remains unnoticed.

The wrathful lions will even sink their teeth into their own kin

they will tear of each other's eye

the cycle shall continue and the whole world be left in a dark world

Hear my words, men born from the raging wrath of the volcano

You will erupt and you will destroy that which makes you big and mighty.

The volcano will burn and turn you into a small and worthless rock.

When the sky itself is bloody with the sins you've allowed yourself to commit

Then will the wrathful lions cease to hunt.

For no more prey has filled the land.

For they have brought destruction to all.