[Lyric] The Primal Command of Creation - A Song for The Hunt (DaughterofProspero)

There
In the clearing
Or the alley
Or a head in the crowd over
There
Unprotected
Separated
From the pack, as an ideal
Mark
How their pulse pounds
In their soft neck
Smell the fear in the air as they
Tense
Hold your focus
Keep your balance
Bare your teeth and your claws and then:

Strike
Let all civilized thought drop away
Submit to the instincts of yesterday
Hear the primal command of creation
And obey:
It’s fight or fly, kill or die
Provе you are not prey
Find another to slay
Thеre
Was that pity?
Hesitation?
They turn tail and there’s new prey to
Track
Through the nightfall
Through the dawn break
Through the days, eager only to
Chase
The dissemblers
Guilty cowards
The contemptible scum beneath
You
Are not like them
Will not falter
You’re a predator ready to

CHORUS

There
Sometimes sleeping
Sometimes crying
Sometimes famished as you are to
Feed
On the anguish
On the terror
On the savage unmatchable
High
Of the bloodlust
Of the challenge
The implacable impulse to
Act
The detective
Or protector
Or as vengeance incarnate and
CHORUS

There
In their fortress
Flaunting safety
So determined to keep their hands
Clean
Every hideout
Every refuge
Leave them nothing and nowhere to
Run
Feel your lungs burn
And your feet bleed
But to stop would deny you the
Hunt
The smooth talkers
The mute monsters
Beat the dangerous game when you

CHORUS

And another (x4)
Another to slay