Into the Cave کے بول

I. A foreshadowing opening like a hungry maw. Shadows swallow you like a funeral shroud. A dank miasma of moldering death. The morbid stench churns your bowels... II. Bats' fangs drip with black sickened BLOOD. & vermin gnaw upon babes' tender bones. Foetid carrion breath upon your neck As she whispers curses in your year... Chorus: Into the cave, the horrid witch calling... Behold your DOOM as the darkness is falling...