Sweating in panic, running blind in the night Is it behind me? Adrenaline born of fright The cadaverous essence ridden with blight Sickening pictures run rampant all through my mind I cannot imagine putting up a fight Hold my breath, awkward silence, Heart is deafening, the drum of war Should never have played wicked games with this whore Oh, Miss Ravenous , so cadaverous I never wanted all of this violence Spiders play their symphony of silken strings While you feast upon the soul of living human beings Flies swarm around the bodies you have devoured Maggots born of blood, love betrothed death in their final hour Why must I play with things that potentially could kill me Fire, screaming in the night, crying out their smoldering ashes The snapping of branches beneath my own being Feet wet with blood, running through marshes of bodies How did I get myself into this place? The Crypt of the Animaphage All this prolonged silence is music to my ears, The reak of decaying bodies I just cant shake outta my head Have I gone mad? No, this is just the itch of rebellion, the crave of desecration Lubricate these achy muscles with this potion in my backpack Rejuvenated back to normal, TM 20, now let's rumble Animaphage, your sword wont help you, scepter and crown are worthless here I've taken you by the hand, for you must come to my dance I'm done running, playing your games, end the fight of darkest days Capture the One Who Devours, my once love, in a ball of red and white Copr. Mason DuPont