I was thrown into this lake when I was a newt All my victims had their last screams before becoming mute Another human coming, he lost his fortune His body will be in my stomach, leaving his soul for torture
People don’t visit this lake anymore; they have seen me in grooving box Sometime of my life I spent eating the fishes, hiding between the rocks Now I have enough size to leave my lake Too many times I starved but now it’s time for a snack