It is time to feed the beast
To fill its stomach with
Human flesh and blood
For that it is time to hunt
Watch me transforming
Into a brute thing
I cannot resist
No, I cannot fight it
Fierce, hungry, atrocious
It will need to eat some crooked man
Some guts, entrails, red meat and blood
Will be a good menu just to start with
Transformation's completed
Now we are hunting down
A worthless son of a bitch
Who deserves to die
Let us see here
A rapist who walks free
For lack of evidence
A proper choice for me
I grasp him
From his throat
He gets scared
Out of his mind
Then I rip
His head off
Make him bleed
In my mouth
Fierce, hungry, atrocious
Now I have eaten some filthy man
His guts, entrails, his meat and blood
It was a good menu I feel satiate