Fur stained with guts and blood
Knee high in the red flood
Carnivorous repto-mammal
Gobbling bones and enamel
Jagged yellow teeth
Long deadly claws
Cut into the breathing meat
Doesn't care that I'm raw
Shovels me into its maw
Torn asunder by a wampa
Half-eaten, left to die
Torn asunder by a wampa
In an ice-cave I decry
Torn asunder by a wampa
Ripped apart, limb from limb
Torn asunder by a wampa
Agonizing death, so grim
The empire was not
The real reason
The rebels left hoth
It was killing season
Torn asunder by a wampa
Ripped apart limb from limb
Torn asunder by a wampa
I sing a deathly hymn
They're not dumb brutes
Blood-thirsty at heart
Calculate and compute
How to tear you apart
Disemboweled with great malice
Entrails flung onto the ground
Pile of bones comprise a palace
Your remains will not be found
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