Synth Chris, Derek Michael Burgess - Follow Me Down lyrics
[Synth Chris, Derek Michael Burgess - Follow Me Down 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
Thеy slump towards white hot screams blindly
Deeper until thеy 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
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
Thеy slump towards white hot screams blindly
Deeper until thеy 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