Nature of The Beast
In the dark and stormy night, a predator lies in wait.
A grave in sight, no need to fight,
he's here to seal your fate. Winter has come,
your time here is done, no time for you to run,
the time for that is already too late.
With icy breath that smells of death,
he knows just what you do, and he's coming after you.
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