Its eyes pierce the darkness

Searching, hungry, for what you fear

Feeds off your terror in your weakness

Don't you worry - it's certainly here.

Slit-pupilled eyes like a cat

Built like the predators

Wolves, bears, and worse things that

Man has only seen in wars.

Upright it walks when it desires

Or if it wants, on all fours

And through the trees like an ape

Eyes glowing, those two small fires

Hanging, waiting for you to walk by

Prickling the hairs on your nape

Don't bother looking for it

He is obscured; you may as well try

To count the grains of sand.

Invisible, till you are marked and fit

For it to feed; he's ever hungry

And you cannot resist when he shows his hand

Pounced upon, your breath caught

Finally seeing full what Lucifer wrought

All struggles coming to naught

Not begging, not cursing God for your lot

Will save you from the Beast.

Prepare your fears, they are his feast