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Awash in starlight, the brooding trees

Force of nature, demon speed

Shadow wraps my beating heart

My senses ache to feed

I am swept up by the creeping fog

Which brings their scent to me

Torchlight moves down winding path,

A host of seventeen

In silence I will stalk the pack

Tonight they’ll be a feast

Out here in the night the killers creep

The thrill of the hunt

Taking life with flashing teeth

The thrill of the hunt

All you are is living meat

Bag of blood

Dead in your bed or on your feet

The thrill of the hunt

Prone and hamstrung, one yet awaits

Bleeding and dragged, a cage holds his fate

Where prayers lie rotting at the gate