I.
A foreshadowing opening like a hungry maw.
Shadows swallow you like a funeral shroud.
A dank miasma of moldering death.
The morbid stench churns your bowels...
II.
Bats' fangs drip with black sickened BLOOD.
& vermin gnaw upon babes' tender bones.
Foetid carrion breath upon your neck
As she whispers curses in your year...
Chorus: Into the cave, the horrid witch calling...
Behold your DOOM as the darkness is falling...
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