Just a bit hungry

Raw flesh cut up and slaughtered to be part of my test, a hungry man refuses to rest.

Even the suffocated ones are always better dripping in my bloody rum.

Their screams are like a calling, I just have to come near.

I have to taste a sweet meal covered in fear.

My fascist thoughts filling all my egoistic needs,

Leaving all to run in fear of my ruling of the seas.

So while they pray and hope for an escape,

I eat them alive my always wonderful prey in my stride.