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A hungry pack |
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Of ferocious beasts |
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Only desires |
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Are that of meat |
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Something big |
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Is coming this way |
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With only two |
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It will surely be |
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Our nights prey |
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Stalking stealthfully |
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The smell is increasing |
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Seeing the victim |
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They soon will be eating |
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Pound of flesh |
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Standing there waiting |
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Moving under the tree |
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Attacked by two then three |
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Tearing at the back and neck |
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The gian releases a fit of sreams |
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Try to run away |
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But one has the leg |
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Ripping it down we have it now |
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Torn to pieces for the feeding |
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Go for the corpse |
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Scrapping for meat |
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Punching large teeth |
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Through the skin |
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Face soaked |
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With bloody chunks |
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Go for the corpse |
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Moving under the tree |
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Attacked by two then three |
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Tearing at the back and neck |
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The gian releases a fit of sreams |
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Try to run away |
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Tasting the fresh kill |
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Is turning him greedy |
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Only the largest eat freely |