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Engorging on the flesh,

stripping meat from bone,

blood to drink quenches my

thrist, always the drive to

find another victim, always

the smell coming from afar

to intrigue my appetite for

fresh meat,

This addiction never ends,

hunger forever until death,

never enough to fill my

stomach, always coming

back for more, it is my

purpose to kill,

my song is eternal,

memories of thousands,

who have been consumed,

these notes heard for miles

and miles, knowhere to hide

is there, when a beast such

as I haunts the forest