I born to sour, I born to kill You should crown me king The skyrim, the slaughter I am the predator Claws, sharp as arrows Feathers, shine as bronze The beak, I can break the wall I am the deadly killer nature-born I will win the race against the storm I dive from the tower I run off the light Winter fell and left them starven to death Flowing cloud goes through my every nail This is the pit where the corpses rot And the tears of fear I cried out Swing my wings against the air 'Cause theres nothing but stones