Deep down, the foulest of pits
Dwells a race, exiled from the light
Atrophied eyes, since long lost their purpose
Muffled drums underneath the surface
All new settlers beware
They'll know where you are as long as a pulse is beating
Fly, run, get away, hide
The line fades from the sundial
Leave any stragglers behind
When the darkness sets, they emerge
All you settlers beware
The cover of Sol is all that keeps you breathing
No one will heed the desperate cries of a primate
As it's dragged further down the lair of the blind ones
Their succulent stench thickening the air of the caverns
Hollowing out the Lost Land's masses
As they're carving away, towards the heart of the planet
Polluting its blood and hacking at its veins
Corrosive cinder spewing from numerous lesions
That won't ever seal alas there hides a fault in the balance
An infection at the core of existence itself
A remnant from its birth
An umbilical cord channeling malice from the warp
Feeding gangrenous sores
Oozing pestilent flesh that's seeping through the void