Thought only myth, a being awakens from slumber
Angered by man, only death shall fill this hunger
Malevolent, rage and vexation consuming
It treads through the new world destroyed by his future prey

The state of man is prime for execution
Do you regret your mistakes?
Do you know the impending consequence?

I, The Beast of Gévaudan, have to come cleanse thy home from all life
Feast upon the souls of all those who dwell within thy domain
Death so decadent, benevolence
I'll rid your recklessness, a pestilence
Thine fate, thine carelessness; The genesis of my rage
You shall repent

A pain like this only exists with a most evil upbringing
Filthy swine crowd within the cesspool of fate and shall meet their demise

You shall repent, thy carcass shall shred by fur and claw

(Greg Gilbert of Shrine of Malice)
Tearing at the throat
Devouring the youth and their innocence
Embodied by violence
Cracking the spinal chord between my teeth, avulsing the tissue covering the jugular
I, Beast of Gévaudan, eviscerate all to sustain my greed
Malevolent I’ve become, no flesh to deny my triumph
Through bloodshed, this stain; everlasting
Treacherous, enthralled by the essence of mortality
I, Beast of Gévaudan, eviscerate all to sustain my greed
Alas, the heart of this village cowers underneath my reign

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The beast brings death to all man
Your soul shall be his

Torn apart, the jaw of the beast filled with the flesh of humanity
Do you regret your mistakes?
Ripped apart. The rage of the beast ravaged the land, oh what a tragedy
Do you regret your mistakes?