An Ancient Plague Has Silently Worn Our Garments as Its Throne

Eyes bowed down To the bubonic stake Dead flesh adorned Cancerous mouth To the ruined walls Of this old house A deformed figure Is shaping through the soil Gnarled limbs A death that cannot die A death that cannot die Return to us Now return to us Ancient bubonic skin Ancient bubonic skin Now return to us Now return to us Ancient bubonic skin Ancient bubonic skin Crippled chtonic malady Planting rotting breath And seeds of blood And seeds of blood [J.R. Oppenheimer speech] Return to us Now return to us Ancient bubonic skin Ancient bubonic skin Now return to us Now return to us Ancient bubonic skin Ancient bubonic skin I am the vampire That feeds on its own veins That one of the great lost horde Doomed for the rest of time and beyond To laugh but smile no more.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025