Gored - Loathe

Merciless in full form

A sacrilege conceived in robed black

Impossible to rip apart from it

Listen close, hear it calling for you

It moves through you

There’s no turning back

Concentrate

Face to face with what turns

The unsettling fascination opaque

Sick beast spread poison

You are consumed

Run, hide, cry

Nothing will help you this time

Soon trapped by rot and vine

«Nowhere to go, you are mine»

A truth resonates as you fall in endless spiral

Incompetent in disbelief

Reality is frozen

Feel the jaws

Clench and now

Slowly you bend