Ultra violence, and crimson.
Blacker than black, its oppression weights a ton.
Voices out of nowhere, taunting and teasing.
Symbolism everywhere, try and guess it's meaning.
Demons roam the land, to hide is best.
Fear for your soul, but fear more for your flesh.
Monster feed off men, a quick flash of red.
Pray to be hidden, or you're definitely dead.
Animals with human heads, and bad intentions.
Stare too long, and your sanity you'll be missin'.
The lines start to blur, as we all become each other.
With depravity rampant, killing and eating another.
The hunger comes strong, before knowing what it is.
Now you're a monster too, stalking from the mist.
The taste of copper runs down one's chin.
The product of survival, in the lands of devils and men.