Commence... the hunt
Stalking the clinging scent of blood
Illuminated by full moon
My jaws will be your tomb
My hands gripping the blade
Shining edge sealing your fate
Salivating at the thought
Of your fragile meat frought with...

Swarming maggot flesh
Delicious scent of death
Long ago spilled blood
Proving that your struggle was pathetic and so useless

Ground now drenched in gore
Repulsive body gutted
In the forest lying dead
Bones split and flesh torn, devoured bodily

Hunt