‘Cause it is in my blood,
And the thirst that’s in my heart;
Which your words will not suffice.
It was a fire in the start,
And now it’s an ice.

I was a river limpid and clear,
Now I'm a sturdy stone;
The only sound I hear,
Is of my enraged heart’s tone.

I was a rabbit in its burrow,
Now in a den I do reside;
I'm a lion in its sorrow,
What’s your fate? I will decide!

‘Cause it is in my blood,
And the thirst that’s in my heart;
Which your words will not suffice.
It was a fire in the start,
And now it’s an ice.

Don’t step into my den,
You will arouse my wrath;
These words aren't from my pen,
They pour straight from my heart.

‘Cause revenge is now in my heart,
And this thirst is in my mind;
Let us end this where it did start,
Unless revenge shall overtake my mind.

‘Cause it is in my blood,
And the thirst that’s in my heart;
Which your words will not suffice.
It was a fire in the start,
And now it’s an ice.

‘Cause it is in my blood,
That hatred shall override;
‘Cause it is in my blood,
That amity is left behind.