Bleed weak one, that's all that's left,
Your kind is food, nature's gift;
I have killed thousands in my 200-year tenure,
But I have barely begun this adventure.
I love to toy with human frailty,
It's the only excitement left in my reality;
No friends, no family for centuries,
Only death and torture are my amenities.
So let me play, let me enjoy,
Cry for me, please, be my toy;
Join the group, people of all times, shape and size,
My victim, my consort, my prize.
