My blood starts to pound
I catch the scent of blood
I start to run
My blood it burns
Your Death will be beutiful
Your Death will cleanse my soul

I see my prey standing there
Without a thought of concern
I start to circle
You hear a noise
Your fear it grows
In my excitement i groan
You start to run
I feel the hunt come on
I take you silently
from behind
I hear a little whine
My claws rip and tear
The blood is in your hair
Your blood is all i taste
I satisfied of the chase
Until next night
When another will run from my sight



Happy Hunting
 
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