Feeding the Crawling Shadows

Endlessly crawling chaos

A black quivering mass

Behind these dirty walls

Relentless whispering

Eyes burning with hatred

Hundreds of them staring

Diseased little beings

Of unknown origin

Waiting and waiting and waiting

Whomever finds they way

Within these abandoned rooms

Of a chapel that was

Tempted into sneaking in

With a hope to find the tome

But what you founds was death

Painful and unclean

Drank clean from all the blood

Your organs their feast

Bones stripped of flesh

This place your tomb