"I am a baby's first cry
The hot wind, fast and dry
I am a lad's curiosity
The vulcan crater, glowing and deep

I am a warrior's eager look
The lurking wolf in a brook
I am a chieftain's cunning mind
The stink of war, so deathly unkind

I am a monarch's evil glare
The sense of Justice, always rare
I am the sword, slashing guts
The mortal pain that drives you nuts

I am an old king's final breath
The Grim Reaper, the cloaked Death
I am a soul, roaming free
The open book for you too see."