The Caves

The primeval tormentor who cannot think of yielding
His leer unmatched even by those who were inculpable

Spirit breaker of the savior

The rays piercing and boundless, no concept of virtue
From the foundation of the world for me to inherit

Spirit breaker of the savior
Our works and words will condemn us
No flesh will be justified in the undeniable

It pursues me waiting for one slight aberration
Far superior in its persistence and perfectly concealed
I dare not present a counter for I was clearly born to fail
Even if we can move in the herd, our fate will not change

It lures us inside, our jaws clenched and the teeth grind
The cave walls echo with the sounds of frightened sobbing

Its trophies pile to the ceiling
The pungent odor fills the nostrils
I hallucinate that there is a better place waiting
As I catch my physical form being dismantled
So this is how it feels