Follow Me Down ft. Derek Michael Burgess Lyrics

That which was prophesized is coming to pass

The land rises and tunnels crop up as the townsfolk amass

As he whispers without words

Follow me down

And they follow him down without question, below

Into his vast catacombs

A hive mind, with lives to be placed in tableau

Filing in, side-by-side

For a ritual older than time

Beneath the soil, a roar infests the air

From the mauling of minds

A wretched pierce of the cold, damp black

From the cave, pregnant with cries

Oh, what a horrid sound

From both young and old

As each wail is drown out

By another damned soul

Engulfed by dark ancient powers

Enfolding until brains turn sour

They slump towards white hot screams blindly

Deeper until they float silent

Their eyes

Glowing dull, pale, yellow disks

Too painful to describe

Almost blissfully sick

Levitating and struck through with awe

Suspended beyond he keeps them all

In his encompassing maw

Foxfire-like ooze drips out from luminous mouths,

Pooling atop dried tears and drool

Like biologic torches, hanging above ponds of agony

Muffled, moaned melodies

With notes in gross keys of confused, torturous sleeping

Caught and held in his huge labyrinth,

While the Light from their faces now dances for him

As Lotkey now has Dreary Hollows