In forests deep and mountains high,
Where hungry beasts and shadows lie,
A man stands tall, a creature bold,
With fire in his veins and heart of gold.

No fruit, no leaf, no soft delight,
Can sway his will or dim his sight.
The meat of prey, his chosen prize,
Is where his spirit truly lies.

With iron will and sharpened mind,
He prowls the world, untamed, unkind.
Savvy, fierce, and full of might,
A primal rhythm, taut and tight.

The howl of wolves, the lion's roar,
Echo through the mountains' door.
For in their hearts, the law is clear--
Survival's song they hold so near.

The carnivore way, a truth untold,
Of strength and hunger, fierce and bold.
A life of chase, of thrill, of grit,
Where every dawn is pure delight.

No hand of man, no whispered plea,
Can change the course of destiny.
For in this world, beneath the sky,
The carnivore lives, and dares to fly.