If only Human it would be dead,
but still alive with a devilish grin.
they walk slowly with broken limbs,
some with a gaping mouths calling,
death has rolled in.
No hood, nor a scythe in hand,
this is the end and it looks just like you.
Don't let the fingers of fate find a grasp on you,
once a hold it's too late.
Watch yourself be devoured by your own kin,
nothing will be left with this gluttony of a feast.
Your bones will be picked clean, by a demon beast.