Arms of magma
Grabbing hold of my ice
So I'm no longer cold
I'm getting warm almost instantly
From all the pressure I have
I'm so used to this that I think I can handle anything now
The lone wolf has been saved
My name will he engraved
Into the fear of man and it's foes
I will not easily portray my woes
I stand tall with just my toes
I don't need a stool
Don't take me as a fool
I learn rather quickly
Just like my draw