Lyrics

The senses are keen, sharpened  
The balance, undisturbed  
Its presence, hidden, darkened  
Its prey, ever unnerved  

Silence speaks  
The air pressure changes  
A slight gust of wind  
The flutter of wings  

Darkness engulfs  
Like a mucky abyss  
Shadows stretch  
Like ethereal tentacles  
Covering, choking  
Smothering, groping  

A four-legged beast  
Cloven hooves  
Razor claws  
Crimson drops  
Falling from its teeth  
Dripping on the ground  
Where they fall  
New life emerges  

The smell, intoxicating  
The sensation, exhilarating  
The taste, orgasmic  
The spasms, fantastic  

The creeping shadow  
Comes again, claiming  
The daemon beast  
Calling it back  
In its midst  
Lose substance  
Exist as mist  

Forever lingers  
The scent of crimson