The Rotten

The rotten embraces in his sanctuary
For all things unwated or tossed away
A tragic figure of bodies
Chained and rotted tgether

Entrapped in the matrix of this festering glog
These tragic screams echo in the decrepid caverns
In which it resides the foul stench of rotting tissue
Permeates the walls of its lair infection
Dripping and seeping

To the core of this abomination
To the core of this abominatious mass
To the core of this abomination
To the core of this abominatious mass
To the core of this abomination
To the core of this abominatious mass

The cleaver takes life
Dull and stained
Starting to chop and slice
It stakes its claim
Statues adorned it waits
In the depths
Molded from the undead
Born in the gutter

The rotten drips with hatred
The tyranny embedded
Lurking and groaning in the mist