I'm planning to kill you, I missed my target many times;
But it's still you.
In my mission I moaned and groaned, but I used to remember the time when I was thrown;
Into this blazing fire.
Now I'm in front of you and you are in front of me,
Run as far as you can, and hide from me;
While I follow your steps grunting in anger and pain,
Because now it's my hunting game,
I'll leave only when you die,
No one's here to listen you cry,
The roaring sound of this fire is now growing high.