Terrifyer (demo)

These strange thorned vines Spring from the ground They wind around me As they bind me down She moves across the rosegarden Suspended in a dark cloud of flies Her toes drag The tops of the flowers And leave them blackened And shriveled In her wake In her wake In her wake Her hands dangle From thin strings of skin Her forear They're like gun barrels smoking crimson

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 06, 2026

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?