A Living Grave

I am many and we are one

Seeketh I must and findeth we shall

From the tunnels most abhorred

I, the unclean, once crawled forth

Dripping with fluids repulsive and vile

Haunting the night, ravaging minds

The stench of human fear is addictive

A source of bliss there is in each victim

Waiting for that moment so sweet to arrive

When you are lost, that's when I’ll strike

I am many and we are one

Taketh I must and feedeth we shall

...and feedeth we shall!

Though I slash you open

And brand my mantra on your skin

It's not your flesh I'm after

But what lies deep within

Only a fool would mistake this for a dream

A death-struggle this is

And resistance just strengthens me!

No force, no light, no flame

Just a dead soul in a living grave

I am many and we are one

Taketh I have and returneth we shall