Show Your Fangs A mountain song chills my warm skin, A ballad of a lonesome peak. I curse the ground, shed my old sins, For weight will only make me weak. I beg the stars to marry me, For they are my guide, But daylight comes to claim their beauty, As fury paints the wasteland wide. I'm not your highness, A damsel left helpless by fright. I am a lioness, Fierce as I walk through the night. A canvas, my makeshift shelter. A man would never know his bride. An angry sun before could melt her, But calloused now she will survive. With malice, beasts will show their fangs. They're in for a surprise, For bravely I will wield my weapon, I made from those that died. I'm not your highness, A damsel left helpless by fright. I am a lioness, Fierce as I walk through the night.