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Whose smoke I see up on the burning bow? I squint my eyes but I still don't know I've been smelling fear on you Burning buildings, morning dew Who swings the sword of the violent night? Poor baby didn't put up a fight Now they're hungry for our blood Elbows deep in fetid mud Creature crawling in the morning light Belly dragging, oh, what a sight Awfully swollen, eyes askew No more human hunter do Slide down deep, baby, in its lair Laying among the bones and hair This evening begins anew Creature, come on, slay a few