Your pack followed the trail of a huge bear in a cave Hunters cut to the chase down below for the beast And you led the march. Do come in, follow kin, The prey’s awaiting at the end Kicking in, infesting, Following as you dived into the darkness, So sure of their support, Then sounds came You dived into the darkness, S so sure of their support, But you didn’t listen to cries of dismay who came from behind, To the dire lament of your pals at the porch You’ll master this beast You’ll gather your strength What are these noises ? Stop. You’ve reached the bear, But you’re alone here ! You’re tribe will feast as soon as you kill it He is no match for your blood craving crew. You rally your mates into attacking it But no one’s here, except for the bear and you. Where did they go ? You don’t stand a chance alone. Now you go back on the tip of your toes. You’ve found your dead friends Crushed at the entrance. No path to the outside You’re trapped in this cave Nothing to sustain but ... We entered inside, Looking for meagre prey. Then rocks rained on your backside, Deadly silence flowing. I quench my thirst with bloody water But no food is to be found in this muddy hole Their bodies on the wall Their eyes open and staring, And the hunger keeps craving. And the hunter sees red. Now me womb is in command. Staring at me with scorn, They all know my plan, I can hear‘em talk Them eyes are accusing. But me need focusing. Still staring as me cut In the flesh, for the fat. Still staring as me Break bones for the marrow. Me cut eyes for eat Bite in the fat Delicacy Butcher frenzy Staring as me Eat them. Still staring as me Break bones for the marrow. Me cut eyes for eat Bite in the fat. Delicacy Butcher frenzy Staring at me Sockets empty. There’s no meat, only stares, From empty sockets. And today, me swear, There’s a skull I hear speak in these wicked words. “You should not have. You could have resisted. You should have died of hunger instead. Now be cursed to your senses And dive into madness. Let us be the witness of your fate.” Them plotting, me swear. The noise is growing near. Me head is sore. Me burn and me shiver. This sound is deafening. Can’t be real ; I can see the corpses Arising from the rocks. Them plotting, me swear, Open them putrid fists. Still staring as they shank Me paunch, cut me open. As them voices turn to shrieks. We entered inside, Looking for meagre prey, Relieved from my shredded corpse, Deadly silence settling in Torn inside. Bones here lie. Bears in sight. Feast for them.