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The insatiable, the depraved

Reeking blood devouring the prey

Sinking fangs and claws

Ripping flesh from the bones

Entrails shred scattered and fed

To the vermins that followed

The prey had fled, leaving a scent

A trail of blood to follow

The unstoppable, the well trained

Thirst for blood, hunting its prey

Sharpened blades and knives

The tools of the trade

The hunt is on

The hunters are unleashed

Under the shadow of the moon

And the light of the beast

Trading the makings of the beast

Barricade, light the fire,

Wield the blades, sharpened knives

Live the night, kill on sight

On the hunt, for demise

Of the hunted prey

Now who's the beast?

Your blood in my veins

I'll be a beast like you

A beast

Fear the blood, All I need

The strength of primal rage

A feral hunt witnessed by the moon

I will bleed it on till the waking world

Will received the light of dawn

Bleed before it turns me in

The beast of which the blood is borne

Cleanse me in the fire at dawn

If I fail to rid its scorn