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Bestial urges

As the moon rises

A tribe of hunters

Voracious killers

Clad in skins

And bone white ashes

A feast of flesh

Is for our Eucharist

Sharpened teeth and axe

Arrow tips dipped in blood

The hunt for man is on

Culling the heedless

To feel the death nerve twitch

As skin and bone are removed

Thrown into the pit

Bathed in the light of Yog

Merchant

Fighter

Soul whose lost their way

Your flesh

Is what we crave

Werewolf

Bloodlust

Hunting through the trees

Lapping up the gore

In this visceral feast

Stalk those foolish

Enough to wander

Near our holy

Hunting ground

Bathed in the blood

Of our bounty

Pure disgust

Is our gluttonous pleasure

Carnivores!

Savoring this unholy feast

Chasing down our prey

Till we taste sweet marrow on our lips

Needed for the altar

Of our sacred god

A ghoulish ritual

Is what you've become

Feasting on the courage of the slain

A grotesque oath to our hunger