Predator
Copyright 2000 Crimson Writer (Tim Mallow)

When in the dark of darkest night
When clouds have hidden the stars of heaven
When on the grass and leaves of trees
The rain will shroud, a gift for leaven

When cries chime in nocturnal's wake
A cloaked moon are ways of brave
The tawny shapes will reappear
The plains grass parts, an amberous wave

They've been routing all the night
And part of the day before this way
An endless search, a famished trek
To quench a hunger, and live a day

Who dares to cross their hellish path
To challenge supreme their call to plight
To grab the tail, the mane, and tempt
The craziness of their crazy night

Their world seems filled with sheer instinct
And when they will to beat the beat
One can't stop their cruel machine
A motion of motions and stealthy feet

They've been routing all the night
And part of the day before this way
An endless search, a famished trek
To quench a hunger, and live a day

And now they see their target quarry
Round in circles, they dance and forge
So now their journey seems ended sure
At last their stomachs will fatly gorge

They bring no thought unto the table
They only know the need to feed
An ancient rhythm, a time honored theme
To seek and hunt to further their breed

They've been routing all the night
And part of the day before this way
An endless search, a famished trek
To quench a hunger, and live a day

They've been routing all the night
And part of the day before this way
An endless search, a famished trek
To quench a hunger, they'll live a day