See the way the moon shines with an orange over tone
The way that all the dangerous creatures are the only ones that run alone
Pick up your syths and run like hell
because I know that soon you'll inhale that putrid smell
Rotting flesh becomes more of a most common seen thing
because when the beast lures you in, no one can hear your screams.
He runs around with a wolfish snout and large, red, beady eyes
He runs so fast you never see him, and when you do it's to late to realize
that he's coming for you so you have to get away
because the beast holds hell in his heart, so he doesn't care anyway
He'll rip your throat out and drain you down
and when he's done there'll be no sign around
So warn your little children during the kiss of night
that the big, bad beast will get them and suffocate them tight
Save yourself dusk of day, and don't take for granted what you see
Because when you least expect it, you'll understand, the beast lives in me.