The Fed On

In hunted form a flock in fright Beast twice piercing throat blood like night Long cold distance moon light howls Corpse collapsing exploding bowls What can we do the fed on cried! I lost my son! My daughter died. We must hunt this demon steak and knife Chop him, kill him, gorge him, gut him end his life I lost my son! My son has died! The creature lives on every try What can we do the fed on cried Recourse, recourse a lonely reply What can we do the fed on cried I take this stake and pierce its skull And I take this stake out to pierce its eye Corpse collapsing exploding bowels Unhunted form a flock in flight Twice piercing throat blood like night Now hunted prey with demons fight A hundred hands a hundred stakes The last one made of moon-light flakes