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Creature Of The Night

Moving swiftly on silent feet
Driven by blood lust it stalks its prey
With one inhuman leap
In its jaws, its victim will stay

A creature of the night
Condemned to sleeping in graves
Now matter how hard it fights
Only blood it craves

Blood, it's source of undead life
Gleaming white teeth
Sharper than a knife
Pierces your flesh
Devoid of crimson liquid
You take your last breath

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