The Visitor from Bestiarum EP by Pilgrims of Yearning

Someone is knocking at the door
I know who’s coming
My body shivers
With nausea and cold

I wonder if I can survive
Another battle facing
Its acrid hiss
Its rusty teeth

Its eyes are thirty thousand
It wears red tore garments
It grows in corners
It feeds on locked preys

Prowling in silence,
The Greatest Dread wipes out the fields and
Crawling, marauding,
It spreads the fear
Waiting in darkness,
The blow will fall on me anytime now
Blaring in nightmares,
The roaring drums bring up a cursed sign

Someone is breaking through the wall
I hear its fast pace
The clock’s tick-tock
Thrusts my chest

I will drawn once more tonight
Surrounded by its soldiers
Their names are heinous
Bad omens

Prowling in silence,
The Greatest Dread wipes out the fields and
Crawling, marauding,
It spreads the fear
Waiting in darkness,
The blow will fall on me anytime now
Blaring in nightmares,
The roaring drums bring up a cursed sign

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