Predators of Man

In the darkness which pours forth rain
Comes the wild and free to purse their prey.
The winds slow down the lamb and sheep
Whle the darkness gives them strength.
Razor sharp teeth cut like a lion
Are rushing towards them on all fours.
Cursed wild life and treacherous beasts
Feed we may on the life of day.
No powers of god or unnaturally brought
Will harm those of us with a heart.
Those of us for whom forsaken their souls
Given up life mortally to be living immortally
Face of gracing ageless antiquity
Memories forever cursed wtih nightmares of light's own true curse.
Hunting we do well, predators of man
Hunted we now are for being predators of man.