Reeking Tunnels

There is a cellar of many doors

Beneath our Earth

Reeking tunnels stretching deep

The oil burning low in cruel haste

Leads you astray

Yawning pitfall of confusion

A labyrinth wandering beyond sight

The more part of men's works

Remain secret enshrouded

Eternal push against the curtain

Demanding affirmation

Rise from the corpse you fed on

There is no haven to speak of

Gorging on what remains

Mostly hair and skin

Only to again retreat

Reeking tunnels stretching deep

Fever and madness

Chaos and blood

The stench overwhelms

The lust overcomes