Lurking Fear from Archdruid by Archdruid

Through the mist and ancient trees
Tempest mountain we did see
Twisted landscape, thunderous skies
To the manor, we arrived

Are ye demon?
Are ye ghost?
Wretched violence was our host

Catacombs stretched wide and long
Like a hive, there roared a throng
Digging in the master’s grave
I fell through, I can’t be saved
Crawling through the earth
I found a dynasty cursed

Gnashing teeth and ill matched eyes
Never to see the skies
Sharpened fangs and matted fur
What kind of death do you prefer?
Dragged into a darkened lair
Throat slashed open, wide and bare

Cold sweats terror, life resigned
Lurking fear is in my mind
Fever dreams that bid me wake
For a devil is brought to light

• 70's hard rock
• Epic doom
• Metal
• stoner metal
• New Hampshire