From the cage

From the cage

eaten by dawn marinated in sage
Yes the herb and seven blades
yes the death slow and rage
yes the laughter of pursed mouths and ravens

And the holler of a cave dwelling fiend
the evil lives in darkness
procreates aswell
And when the evil stats a peaking
The hunger starts to swell
Like an infection

All that breaks out in violence
spinning souring in the tense
When giant bitter bastards seem to take offence
Dark goblin hoards empty a village of peaceful souls

There´ll be teeth and blades and trolls and rage
Where did they get such anger?
What did life take from them
Slurping in the darkness and coughing up flem.