With extremely sharpened senses
Well hidden in the fog
The hair on my back is turning up
I feel inside of me a hunger never known
A perverse lust for blood
The urge to feast on you
Slowly I do crawl, carefully step by step
Your odour drives me mad I loose control
Here begins my own raw meat experience
Jump onto your back
Tear you to the floor
My teeth into your neck
A feast of flesh and gore
This is my own raw meat experience
Awake under a lurid moon
Everywhere is blood
Threatening dawn
Drives me back home
This was my own raw meat experience
