Like something of an animal,
There's hunger, there's thirst
It's within all of us
But a deeper, darker thing boils in our midst
It's what we fear, it's what makes us of not an animal
But a spirit with pale flesh and weary eyes

It's Our end that fuels the creatures, the monsters, the madness

They slide on their bellies
They shoot acid from their mouths
They carve our heads like pumpkins
They drink pure blood from the good

It's their deepest, darkest thirst that must be quenched
There is now only evil, and
Our survival