Blood

Scent is high on the wind tonight, i can taste you from here

Circle downwind and out of sight, you won't notice i'm near

Twitch of fear as you move at the treeline, i take the weak and the small

Bare your eye teeth or beg me for more time, you won't slow me at all

No, the joy or the hate hardly matters - there is nothing but hunger in this

Rest a heartbeat and i'll get my teeth in blood

Radar sense like a light in the hollow, taste that fear in the dark

Every breath leaves a trace that i follow, i will catch every mark

Move and surely my sharp eye will see you, stop and i'll take you down

Joy of tooth in the bone and the gristle, blood alive in my mouth

Some will say there is safety in numbers, tell that myth to the edge of the herd

Leave the wek and i might even spare your blood

Wizened crone that is bent by the river, she wears a necklace of skulls

Better hope that if by chance you see her, she isn't washing your clothes

Not that seeing her face really matters, no there's nothing at all we can do

Life begins as it all surely ends in blood