Protoplasmic Ensnarement (The Draining of Your Flesh)

Traversing through the Khovarty foothills
An unholy psychic misting prevails
I've been sworn to destroy the unearthly remains
The stake, the sword, the flame

Something's not quite right up ahead
A looming stone embodiment of the dead
It seems these buttressed walled and turrets
Are reinforced with human bone and flesh

A dripping, grating gravel voice in my head
"DO YOU ENTER OF YOUR OWN FREE WILL?"
Passing through the antechamber drenched in drowning dread
A trap door to the dungeon, my fate is fulfilled

Abysmal cavernous castle
Cadaverous cancerous trap hold
Ensnared by protoplast tendrils
Siphoned skin and suctioned flesh pulled

Left to feed the thing in the ground
Rendered tissues sucking flesh sounds
Consume liquid skin, blood and pus
Nothing left just bones and corpse dust

My lift beyond saving
My consciousness fading
My viscera draining
By the thing in the ground

That bastard Ferenczy
What a fate he has left me
Escapes to his aerie
In the sphere of the source