A beast so vile; you can feel him breathing on you Staring at you, his eyes are eclipsed An abomination Was he left here, or just made here? I can feel him at my doorstep
Killing gently, oh-so-switftly Abruptly ending journal entries Hints at death An abomination Was he left here, or just made here? I can smell his rotting flesh
Seeking vengeance for the curse he was fed Not of this world, but one of the dead Pray to your deity that tonight he's not feeding And that your children don't have the same fate
Condemned to a life of misery From a time with no history Not bound to where he sleeps, yet he always returns to me Sent here from the very depths of hell Return to where you rest tonight, and bid farewell
The taker of armies won't rest 'til the morning Rise up to your calling, be one with the fallen The Horror is coming, so pack your belongings AND GO TO HELL
Under this city lies a hidden horror What do you want from me? Human torture As if the pain wasn't enough God damn I'm a mess When will it stop? I can't take it I'm near the edge Just dig a ditch And throw me in Fuck your gods. Who needs them anyways?
Limbs sewn from the beast of another What is real, and what is undiscovered Limbs sewn from the beast of another You'll be the last to witness the Dunwich Horror