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Out for blood

He hunts the prey

Within his territory

Invaders, they have come

Trying to benefit from the glory

Of the blood, of the soul

Of the mighty lion

The rage is coming

Adrenaline pumps

Killing will soon begin

Some have tried to get him tamed

But everytime they have failed

Mark these words, it will never succeed

You will not benefit from our blood

Tearing the flesh from the people of mud

Ripping the rainbows with sharpened claws

Proving the world this is his land

Upholding the spirit

Of the mighty lion

The lion has, and always will

Dictate its future

The lion will stalk its prey

And wait for the right time

When he strikes he'll fight to the death

He'll fight with no regrets