Dead Veins - Witch Vomit

Squirming in from the fog, trough the cracks of darkness

Lifeless ooze draining the sun, from the sky pale ghouls gather out of the

primordial filth

Turning their vacant eyes toward the idol drawing closer

From beneath earth lurks antithesis of life, never close enough to sense but

always breathing in the mold underground

The idol forms in the smoke and suffocates the Earth

Sleepless and mindless, drawn from the dark murky veins of the underworld

Born again in the nightmare of the dreaming dead