I see it all beginning to end.

I see him hunt them down,
and rip into their skin,
I see him feed upon their flesh,
never giving it a moments rest.

He takes his blade,
and shaves their heads,
taking away all their dreads,
slowly he twists the hair into a sheath.

He feeds upon their souls,
putting all the blood into bowls,
slicing, dicing, up their body's,
enough to keep them from rotting.

Then puts away the bloody knife,
much to hard to see as white,
and now I scream all night,
night terrors are my plight.