Witch House

This house is cursed My dreams have died Replaced with somnabulism And infanticide The sealed loft above my room From wence the impending horror looms The violet light that heralds slumber The portal cast th rough angled lumber Walpurgis revels - hallow''s night The beldame leads the DEMONIC RITES! and I am cursed, and ive gone mad For I am deaf...AND I AM DEAD! The chittering speech of her rat familiar Fills my walking hours with cold dark shivers Nights drift by in vague abysses Cylopean monoliths and glowing prisms

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Buried in your narrow house, six feet under. "Rest In Peace," the mourners'' heartfelt wish. But there is no "god" above you, only the worms below And when your casket rots, they squirm forth … Upon your putrefacted flesh the worms do feast. Creeping through your brains, they eat your spent hopes. Crawling through your heart, they eat your secret loves. The worms swallow all that you were, and will ever be … Chorus: Worship the Worm as it consumes your "Eternity," Worship the Worm as it conquers your Humanity.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025