Smoked torches burning bright
Lighting the darkest corners in the night
It's almost time to feast
In the cave of the beast
Hear the rhaspy breathing
Fear the naucious teething
Ribs will crack
when the beast is on attack
A whisper of wind
It has no kin
It's breaking free
I hear it coming for me
Saliva drops
Forget your mops
There will be a bigger mess to clean
This beast is mean. A shadow on the wall
You can hear its evil call
keeping your kids awake
As the ground starts to tremble and quake
walls crumble, don't stutter or mutter
You can't even mumble
If you run you will stumble
You can stand alone
Your fear will be shown
Waking in a heated sweat
Everything is dark and quiet
Until you sleep again