Tales From the Dark Side

Vines begin to writhe
Blowing like hurricanes
Dense, stout, beyond words
The ground was shaking with the voices

Roaring voices
Deathly whispers
Fluence to you
And they look like dry land

Now to take you by the voices
To take you by the rock
Drive down the dark
Be the death of the corporate hound

You wake up screaming
And your neck it screams
Dream about the dark side
The way you left the world

Not what you have stolen
Must you follow hell
To the gory end
And the wormy blood

You will not survive on earth
You will die in hell
With the power of earth
By eternal