Neon Graves from Neon Graves by Goregang

There in the distance is a portal
A scabbed entrance with an absence of light

It starts to move slowly making its way down the corridor
Leaving trails of bile and mucus covered bugs

You are confronted with the fear, that grips you like a tomb of thorns.
You are confronted with the fear, that grips you like a tomb of thorns.

Where is the difference for you?
Vines growing around you just the same as the rest

It crushes the dead under its feet as it changes form.
The room becomes tighter, until it’s there in your mind

You are confronted with the fear, that grips you like a tomb of thorns.
It all becomes so clear, that this tomb was always yours.

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