Ghiest

Demonologists follow the fiendish creatures of the hollow tree
And sit and wait for amnesty from soulless empty entities

A black mist in a circumferenceless forest
Provides a place to hide your face from everything that's honest

There's little written in the scriptures of the pitch black book that document the living horrors of the dead

The screams are loud but no-one's around to hear them
For ears'd bleed and hell would roam the earth again this evening

Should the blood of innocent life be spilled or fill the killed ill corpses that lay on the ground still, see
Disciples of fire fighting the signs of life and dining on the frightened for a midnight thrill, we

Don't often stumble on the wonders of the underworld
The thunder hurled
The hunger burned
The son of mortal madness lurks

In pits deeper than the bottom of space
Without care for fair fighting, living minus a face

So when the haunted mortal man displays a brilliant plan
And finds the essence of the entrance to this terrible land

A horrid horrible horror'll
Sneak and follow the follower
Creeping ever so closer to the home of the damned

And when he finally ventures as far as to see the door
And his adventures have took him farther than ever before

That's when the father of evil escapes his villainous court
And proceeds to rip this man's soul from his meddlesome corpse