Ultra (Pandemoniac)

What madness stirs in the depths of the dark? Ever so near... Like forlorn beasts of prey stalking their captor Unholy revenants Manifestation of the curse that gnaws Like shards in the folds of flesh Sanctity begotten in damnations womb Abominations in the presence of whom The fertile seeds of iniquity deep in the heart Begin to germinate and take form Eyes for teeth and teeth for eyes Teeth that see and eyes that bite Through the gates of the night Wild and free The Power Pandemoniac Their trail is marked by a residue of nameless rage And the severed hands of the thieves that sway In winds that howl forevermore through the abyss And rise at will Up from the Netherworld