(Hook)
Blood on the snow when the moonlight hits,
Logan in the shadows with the razor-sharp grits.
Heart like a furnace, rage never quits,
He’s the beast in the dark and he’s tearing through the mist.
Claws out—SNIKT!—night splits in two,
You don’t run from a monster when the monster hunts you.
Horror in the howl, terror in the veins,
Wolverine walks through the world like it ain’t feelin’ pain.
(Verse 1)
I hear the crunch of bones in the frostbit trails,
He’s the nightmare scribbled in forgotten tales.
Adamantium soul with a war-born mind,
Once he scents your fear? There’s no rewind.
Blood drips slow from the fight he survived—
But that’s just his warm-up to feel alive.
Eyes glow yellow through the blackout smoke,
He’s the final bad choice every villain ever spoke.
(Pre-Hook)
When the wounds don’t heal fast enough, he grins,
‘Cause the suffering just fuels the storm within.
He’s a walking obituary, claws like scripture,
Carving out justice in a feral-born mixture.
(Hook)
Blood on the snow when the moonlight hits,
Logan in the shadows with the razor-sharp grits.
Heart like a furnace, rage never quits,
He’s the beast in the dark and he’s tearing through the mist.
Claws out—SNIKT!—night splits in two,
You don’t run from a monster when the monster hunts you.
Horror in the howl, terror in the veins,
Wolverine walks through the world like it ain’t feelin’ pain.
(Verse 2)
He stalks through alleys where the wicked hide,
A berserker storm with no off-switch inside.
Every foe he buries whispers one last curse,
But death’s just a chapter—Logan writes the verse.
He’s the feral executioner of mutant fate,
The line between hero and horror ain’t straight.
Hear the metal ring when the claws cascade—
That’s the soundtrack of a life that was never made.
(Bridge)
Shadow of a wolf in a blood-red haze,
He’s the guardian demon of forgotten days.
Try to chain him down—he’ll break your cage,
He’s the fury of a century trapped in one man’s rage.
(Hook – Final)
Blood on the snow when the moonlight hits,
Logan in the shadows with the razor-sharp grits.
Heart like a furnace, rage never quits,
He’s the beast in the dark and he’s tearing through the mist.
Claws out—SNIKT!—night splits in two,
Last sound you’ll hear is the monster in the blue.
Horror in the howl, terror in the veins,
Wolverine lives in the violence that carries his name.
KylePatrick
