Beware and be told! That i may unfold When thou least expect My grandeur of old! My prey is just that Which is not awake, And even thine life, I'd care not to take! I hunt amongst thee, Lest thou forget, Thine is the skin In which i am clad!
Beware and be told! That i may unfold When thou least expect My grandeur of old! My prey is just that Which is not awake, And even thine life, I'd care not to take! I hunt amongst thee, Lest thou forget, Thine is the skin In which i am clad!