Hellhound

When death comes around Try not to be found Hard to get away from a HELLHOUND They stay mean and tightly wound Can smell you even off the ground Up and down, Even round and round Won't stop till your in the mound Their growl a demonic sound Chewing up your flesh pound to pound Flesh from bone no longer bound He will come around Knows where you can be found Eyes of fire that HELLOUND Your path will be unwound They come from the ground You won't make it another round Can you imagine your mound From there not a sound Against the soil you can pound It's over your bound!