Panther hiding in the trees
One quick leap you're on your knees
Death is hiding in the night
Death's the demon you can't fight
In the darkness shadows shriek
Strong or prideful weak or meek
All will fall beneath death's jaws
All will bleed ripped by her claws
Death will pad on panther feet
Soul departs you turn to meat
You can't hide in ditch or shrubs
You will feed her darkling cubs
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