Hounds of Hell below
Howling at the Earth's core
As mutts and wolves do to the moon

Awaiting for their masters of lost souls
To feed them the flesh of the wicked for chow
And play tug of war with the arms and legs
Of those who on Earth never felt the sweat on their brow

Playing in the Devil's playground indeed
Those cerebral Cerebuses built like an unholy steed
Invisible on Terra, preying on the weak

Bowls of blood, they drink and drink
Carnal minds in a frenzy with no time to think

So lock your doors and line them in salt
In hopes that your barriers screech them to a halt
Be sure nothing's broken or you're in for death slow
And dragged to the depths to be a chew toy forever below.