Brown Bear (Aberration)

Oh, I was a child
Thunder from your right hand
Oh, the lot of you so vile
You shot my mother dead

I will hunt you to extinction
I will hide in bramble beds
My hands are so great and mighty
I will swipe your species dead

I have watched you place my mother
On a mantle, hunting shed
I am starving for some justice
I will swipe your species dead

Oh, I was just a child
Thunder from your right hand
Oh, the lot of you so vile
You shot my mother dead

I thought I lost your scent
But roots can rise and swallow
A search party will follow
I will lead them to my den
Your family and friends

Limber in the lower brush
I'm no monstеr, I won't mount your head
Retribution has the softеst touch
I will plant you the softest bed
Aberration
Aberration
Aberration