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The beast is at your back

The hunt will now begin

Emerging from the storm

Relentless cunning swarm

Running for your lives

Your instinct to survive

The fear of death what drives

The hunt is where they thrive

They’re coming close behind

Your heart pounds terrified

You’re racing panic-blind

This cruel hunt their design

Running out of time

There’s nowhere left to hide

Your know it’s time to die

Your fate comes from the sky

No shelter from this storm

Your blood will keep them warm

Your race will be unborn

All humans ripped and torn

You’ll cower in the dark

The move as fast as sharks

They’ll tear your womb apart

Your world is going dark