singing

No voice in our ears but the maw.

We relish the sound of its call.

We’ll plunder and feast any man any beast doesn’t matter, we snack on them all. The humans we didn’t consume, are jumped in our sacrifice stew. They’ll scream and they’ll run but that’s part of the fun, cause the ogres are coming to get ya!

Oh ogres, ogres, chomping our meats. Feeding our guts with our struggling treats. Tearing and chewing we kill for the maw, the power and hunger is what were doing it for.