I was thrown into this lake when I was a newt
All my victims had their last screams before [bad word] mute
Another [bad word]  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