Writhing dread

Haunter of the dark

Gnawing fear of the primal mind

Reveals a predator of unnatural kind

We, the whispering tongues in the minds of man

We, voices of chthonic dark

Creator

A voice without time breathes antediluvian life

We rise!

Not one but all

Guardians of these hallowed halls

Those who enter hear our call

My world turns to dusk

Vampiric sun alight

Drawing ever closer

Voices of the painted night

Chimera!

A legion fills this malformed husk

With a thousand minds

A thousand eyes

A thousand lives

Cursed, a foul aberration of life

Wounds unhealed

Wet with rancid, clotted blood

Hands as knives

Skinless, stripped to sharpened bone

Legs replaced

With arms to rival arachnid gods

Our eyes see all in the gathering dark

Faces stitched together in surgical art

Eviscerating victims to our master’s mirth

Hastening a final vampiric rebirth

We rise

Until our decayed flesh rots away

And the gods of mankind bleed

Our halls run red with master’s wroth

Spilling blood as a primal need

Chimera!

A thousand souls scream in torture!

Pile up corpses for the coming kingdom!

Guardians of these hallowed halls

Those who enter hear our call

Chimera!

Forever watching in the night

Chimera!

With a thousand minds

A thousand eyes

A thousand lives

We spit upon your gift of life!