Be All Things from Birth of Violence

walking the old path turned me towards death the ravens woke at dawn and daylight plumed my skin then the air was full, simply composed of prey i cannot stop i want to be all things i’ve got to let go i want to be all things warriors, newborns, and queens the lion and the wolf gnarling at eternal sleep let it burn hear it groan restrained desire cast it down i cannot stop i want to be all things i’ve got to let go i want to be all things i cannot stop i want to be all things i’ve got to let go i want to be all things