Hunt my prey
Late at night
Fresh human flesh
Right in my sights
Sweet and sickly
Makes me feel tickly
Blade in hand
Up to your throat
As I slice you
Cry your last note
Heart still beating
Throat still bleeding
Life deceiving
Feel you tremble
Dragging bodybag
Through the dirt
Pitch black forest
Night my cover
Muffled sobs from below
Keep them fresh
For that sweetness I love
Shivering warm meat
In the kitchen
Prepare my tools
To extract
Only
The finest pieces
Warm, quivering flesh
Devoured raw
Most succulent indeed
Now for the main course
Seared, basted chest cuts
Served with a side
Of pure blood
Culinary divinity
Crown me lord of
Human dining
Culinary
Divinity
Give unto me
My godly name
Culinary
Divinity
Crown me lord of
Human dining
