Selfæta

Dark, ominous,
Hid from sight,
Biding it’s time
In the dead of night,
There’s no light,
Oily stinking mass
Rotting inside,
Filthy walls,
Sickly laughter
Deranged, tasting flesh,
Sifting througth night soil
Dragging the waters
Searching for evidence
Hopeless, pointless
Oh, sensing you near
Go ahead, step into my world of darkness and fear
Take a deep breath, see to your death
Black, deadened eyes stirring,
Stupid laughter
Generations of inbreeding,
Blunted carnivore
Deranged, tasting flesh
Nightmarish visions
Crashing, burning
Aeons of suffering
Ageless cycle
Return to the fold!
(The) secret is kept
(The) monster is dead