Of Fang - Today I Caught The Plague

Hide sad begging eyes
For negligence is all
A hungered beast's got to gain
Of thrift hands
Now if turned to orenda
Lack of care will be repaid;
Curse the soul
And cold steel will slip through the warm flesh "
Placing wound upon her lips
Warm flow seemed such succulence
Creating a thirst sustained
Much longer than the cut's stream
So knife-work developed new springs
And soon thirst turned hunger
For the taste of own skin
Oh for the negligence done in
If she had thought of those once loyal
She'd have flesh on her bones
But it's not hard to see
The ignorance has torn her up
And self sustenance is not enough
For the hex
Still with desire un-satiated
She'd lost control
She'd become fated
The starved moistened gleam
Might have saved if she'd seen
All salivated creatures fangs
The life of her trembling child
The hunger is spreading
Oh my dear orenda has maddened
Take chase; imbibe the bloodline
Do devour your own kind
The thirst will never alleviate;
It's reciprocal