We hunt the night,
And feed on easy prey,
The darkness of everlasting height,
Hides us,
Shadows we shall remain.
My speed and agility,
Are second to none,
Escape is a false reality,
And your death has already begun.
I wake for night,
Sleep the day,
Survive on might,
Live my life no other way.
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