Since I moved in, I've seen them…
Faces of all the deceased…
Plagued by a red-eyed demon,
But I've made some friends here at least.
Stranger things have happened…
Everybody thinks I'm crazy,
But I'd rather be crazy than dead.
Though the truth is dark and hazy,
There's a price we must pay,
And there's no other way.
It's the end.
Something here reeks of murder…
Over a treasure or jewel…
Maybe their meat was butchered
Into bologna for school…
Stranger things have happened…
Everybody thinks I'm crazy,
And I wish I could say that I am.
Though the truth is dark and hazy,
Something big's going down,
In this small, twisted town.
It's the end.
We are one
With the night,
Sent to extirpate the light!
We will cloud it!
Shroud it!
Time to shed
Our facade!
The Devourers of God
Will summon chaos!
Obey us!
Burn the bones!
Feed the flame!
Read the tome! Make a game!
Bring forth the end!
Somewhere below, there's voices…
Chanting a horrible truth…
Cultists have called the demon,
And possibly lost a burnt tooth.
Stranger things have happened…
Everybody thinks I'm crazy,
And one day, what they say may come true.
Though the truth is dark and hazy,
We can fight through the lies
And destroy the red eyes
It's the end.