Primal Command from Deathspore by Sallow Moth

The skull brittle with traces of man's touch
Imprints of pain inflicted due to failure
An experiment gone wrong, but it is wrong from the beginning

Eye sockets, long bereft of their contents
Leading to the cavernous recesses behind
Teeth, broken from struggle and forced jawing
Blood in an accompanying vial, trophy of pride at its worst

Blood Moon showing itself
Your slumber spells your fate
Like your plunders each day
Skull reanimating with vengeance

Neck, soon plunged by dead teeth
Brains ooze from every orifice
No longer needed, body surrenders
The animal reanimate usurps your body

Dying, withering, man-made monster
Living, breathing, animal-made master

• Death Metal
• Metal
• Dallas