Eyes roll back
Senses heightened

Every sound, perceived
Every scent, apprehended

Hidden away in the deep
Escaping from light
Clawing out from the black
Waiting to clutch

Escape the light

My will imposed
Playground for instincts
If blood is what I spill
It was foretold

Dance of death
Feral display of might
Every move interpreted
Every approach calculated

(Eyes roll back
Pupils dilating)
Eyes roll back
Pupils dilating
On the trail
Led by bloodlust

Waiting for the night's embrace
Through the darkness
I find your shelter
No escape

Dance of death
Feral display of might
Every move interpreted
Every approach calculated

My will imposed
Playground for instincts
If blood is what I spill
It was foretold