I see a dark hidden road
Beyond this valley I walk alone
Only the wind and the rain can be heard
The clouded night sky, is bleeding tonight
Gravel road has turned to mush
As I slip and fall to the ground
Crimson eyes glaring through the fog
Staring at what possible prey they may have sprung
They pounce from the shadows
Fangs bearing, razor sharp
Ready for flesh to be consumed
A feast for the night
A feast for the night
Let the rain wash away the blood
Let the wind blow away the scent
As I become one with the hunter
My mortal shell to be cycled for their needs
Piercing cries of pain, splitting the clouds
Cracking the sky
I will become one with the hunter
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