The PooP Eaters - Bog Beast

You're far from your home, you're lost all alone
You don't know where you are
When down from below
A bellowing roar chills you to the bone
It's time to run, quick!
It's movements are swift, it stalks you from afar
Then out of the fog, the thundering bog,
It makes itself known to you

Scorching breath on your neck gives you chills
This awful fate, how could you foretell?
Primal desire, instinct to kill
Beast of the Bog, conjured in hell

Brown, filthy mask, closing in fast
Mangled hair
Blackened snout
Get near its mouth, if you dare
Shrouded in mist,
The brown abyss fails to yield
This can't be real
You're losing your mind in this nightmare

Scorching breath on your neck gives you chills
This awful fate, how could you foretell?
Primal desire, instinct to kill
Beast of the Bog, conjured in hell

Comes from below,
Ember eyes glow
Watch the demon rise,
Rise, rise, rise, rise

Baphomet's beast, Lucifer's creed
Bred to bring destruction
Body to feast, cower in fear
The creature smells emotion
Run for your life, claw out your eyes
Kills your brain
This goliath thing, born out of sin
Rose from hell again

Scorching breath on your neck gives you chills
This awful fate, how could you foretell?
Primal desire, instinct to kill
Beast of the Bog, conjured in hell

Written by:
Maciek Sawic

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