Change of tune, this growl shall take.
Loathing all and eating hate, the act will have you begging, “Wait…”

Why a change of heart you say?
Not a change, just sick of play.
Hating life and living hate, not of mine, you surely see.
Of putred waste you do wreak-seething, writhing, hating me.

Feigning heart, you tend to cry,
“Woe is me, this cannot be!”
What foul sonence do you say?
All are lies, your sordid flies.
Hate the free and curse the sweet?

This I say, “Snatch the hate and cut it free,
we’ll take the life right out of thee.”
Through the growl I raised my voice,
in the deep we cast our glare.
Come enrage us all who dare,
of our prey is all we care.
Go ahead and lay in wait, for
in the night we’ll bring your fate.

This growl has grown in size and heart,
no longer begging start.
Encompass thee and bring thee close,
devour them and all their hosts.