Savage
Low lonely hearts
Some were rewarded with love
Most were just crushed

Searchers
Lose ways in the dusk
Horns and the claw emerge
Surface with a rush

Black turns all eyes
In southern skies
Her blood is warm
She is bound to die

Serpents
Breath different air
Silent and motionless
Down in evil deep

Saviors
Coveted by right
They climbed with cloven hoof
But killed with knives