The Mantis

Hands like blades in silent prayer

Watch me hunt with sacred stare

Fragile form but souls beware

Death grows gently in my snare

Snap so swift the wind won't see

Bones will break in front of me

Tiny tyrant wild and free

Strike and end the enemy

I am the Mantis of Shaolin

Praying sweet before I win

Slender grace in iron skin

I cut you where all wars begin

Legends whisper in the night

Tiny queen of ruthless fight

Perfect angles burning bright

I was born for hidden bite

Snap so swift the wind won't see

Bones will break in front of me

Tiny tyrant wild and free

Strike and end the enemy

I am the Mantis of Shaolin

Praying sweet before I win

Slender grace in iron skin

I cut you where all wars begin

Still I stand in silent grace

Watching foes in sacred space

When I move they lose the race

Mantis owns the killing place

I am the Mantis of Shaolin

Small but deadly in my skin

Tremble when my jaws begin

I end all and count my sin