Nature Of The Beast - Tommy Shaw

Feel the chill that’s in the air

My eyes are dry

And the night could hardly care

Wind whistle why

And as the storm moves toward the east

I call your name

It’s the nature of the beast

To be drawn to the flame

You take your life for granted

But that won’t get you far

You’ll never take out

More than you put in

Or you think yourself enchanted

That you’ll never lose

Do you notice if you win

If you ever find your peace

I’ll still be here

For it’s the nature of the beast

And my eyes are clear