Breathing Fire

All is twisted, all I see is glowing red Fire is on my tongue, in my eye It is in my head Smoke of burning village fills my mouth Screams fill my ears, I am young I am free, I am wild and I am fierce Breathing fire, the viper's son Golden is my hide And my wings are darker than black Three feet long Are the nails that grow on my back Screaming with hatred eyes blazing insane Eating corpses thrusting souls into pain --- Breathing Fire - Tarot