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Whose smoke I see up the burning bow?

I squint my eyes but I still don't know

I've been smelling fear on you

Burning buildings, morning dew

Who swings the sword of the violent night?

Poor baby didn't put up a fight

Now they're hungry for our blood

Elbows deep in fetid mud

Creature crawling in the morning light

Belly dragging, oh, what a sight

Awfully swollen, eyes askew

No more human hunter do

Whoo!

Slide down deep, baby, in its lair

Laying among the bones and hair

This evening begins anew

Creature, come on, slay a few