A demon resides in the gloom
Within the dark meadow of doom
Concealed in the shifting fog and smoke
His knuckles are swollen in pain
His spine is so brittle it'll break
In anguish he prays for a soul... to stray into his
Eighth dimension, nourish his cruel intention, he needs to feed... on you
Satisfy him, fuel to stop his dying, let him breathe... you in
Years have gone by since he last quenched his thirst
His blood is so dry that his veins are all burst
Crippled and lonely he suffers the curse
Of the execrated
Burdened with bleakness and a crushing despair
The demon inhaling the thickening air
A poison insipid polluting the lair
Of the denigrated
Demon! No one can fathom the pain you are in
Demon! Wait in the darkness and pray for an end
