The Final Sacrifice - Mortician

Children return to kill

More elder’s blood will spill

Offerings to their god

Dwelling with in the corn

Demon orders their deaths

Knives tear into the flesh

Lust for blood in their eyes

All that enter will die

Mangled corpses now pile

Children’s bloody death rites

Trapped nowhere to escape

Sharp sickle seals your fate

Blade cuts, your throat is slit

Offering is your death

Last elder one alive

The final sacrifice