Stalker Of The Night
Reviled through time, he stalks the land
Where unseen creatures hide from sight
Among the unsuspecting hoards
Lingering, searching for one more bite
Bloodlust grows stronger with each kill
The night shields him from detection
Little he cares for their cries and screams
To him, their cattle, there’s no affection
He Knows his kind is a dying breed
Centuries have passed like grains of sand
Waiting for someone to set him free
To banish his soul by their avenging hand
