Vittring - Humanity's Last Breath

Eyes roll back

Senses heightened

Every sound, perceived

Every scent, apprehended

Hidden away in the deep

Escaping from light

Clawing out from the black

Waiting to clutch

Escape the light

My will imposed

Playground for instincts

If blood is what I spill

It was foretold

Dance of death

Feral display of might

Every move interpreted

Every approach calculated

Eyes roll back

Pupils dilating

On the trail

Led by bloodlust

Waiting for the night’s embrace

Through the darkness

I find your shelter

No escape

Dance of death

Feral display of might

Every move interpreted

Every approach calculated

My will imposed

Playground for instincts

If blood is what I spill

It was foretold