Not a spirit who hides in the day

Not an eruption that will not or may

It's a wrecking ball of death and completely without fear

No conscience, fear, or heart

Doesn't think about an end or start

Tear the world apart not to see what's deep inside

Not a friend to call, not a savior at all

Not a place to run and hide

No way to stop, no way on top

Stay out of sight and prepare to die

Prepare for the chaos

Prepare to die

Once every thousand years or so the beast gets hungry

And the pain inside that wakes him makes him angry

There's not enough food in sight

So he'll start to roam the Earth tonight

And the path of death he leaves will feed the hunger

Won't pick you out of a crowd

Doesn't care if you're calm or loud

It's a living, eating, breathing storm of death

No agenda, no favorite meal

He's the real motherfuckin' deal

He's only awake to eat and he eats it all

Not a friend to call, not a savior at all

Not a place to run and hide

No way to stop, no way on top

Stay out of sight and prepare to die

Prepare for the chaos

Prepare to die

Once every thousand years or so the beast gets hungry

And the pain inside that wakes him makes him angry

There's not enough food in sight

So he'll start to roam the Earth tonight

And the path of death he leaves will feed the hunger

Prepare for the chaos

Prepare to die

Once every thousand years or so the beast gets hungry

And the pain inside that wakes him makes him angry

There's not enough food in sight

So he'll start to roam the Earth tonight

And the path of death he leaves will feed the hunger