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Hollow Howls

[Intro]
Shadows claw the veil tonight,
flesh peels back from brittle bone,
harvest moons bleed ichor light,
and the grave's maw hungers alone.

[Verse 1]
Pumpkin innards spill like ruptured veins,
carved grins mock the screams they chain,
wraiths in rags drag chains through drains,
coagulated fog where the lost remain.
Jackal lanterns leer with ember eyes,
flicker spells that summon sighs,
from crypts where maggots prophesy,
the feast of flayed where the faithful fry.
Bats unravel scrolls of skin,
ink of bile, confessions thin,
echoes twist in thorny kin,
devour dawn, let the black begin.

[Chorus]
Hollow howls carve the quiet core,
skeletal hands grip the gala's gore,
midnight's maw, it begs for more,
eternal gnaw on the soul's raw shore.
(Phantoms feast, the pulse ignores,
veins ignite in necrotic wars.)

[Verse 2]
Eldritch eaves drop venom verse,
cursed hearse rehearses the hearse,
puppets jerk on jugular purse,
throats unspool in a sanguine curse.
Ghoulish gowns of gall and grue,
stitch the stitchless, brew the brew,
harlequin horrors hack the hew,
of hearts that halt in the witching flue.
Fog-forged fiends finger the frost,
lost limbs lash in labyrinth lost,
cost of crossing the charnel coast,
ghosts engorge on the engorged host.

[Interlude]
[Pause for breath, let the silence scream]
Feel the frostbite fingers trace your throat,
where the reaper's quill dips in your throat.
No treats, just the teeth of the untold...

[Verse 3]
Ravenous runes rip the ridged ribs,
drips of dread from the druid's dibs,
sibyl's sibblings slither and fibs,
nibbling nerves till the nadir nibs.
Coffin keys clink in the cloister's clutch,
hutch of husks where the hydra's hutch,
crutch of crones in the craven's crutch,
lurching litanies of the lunatic's lurch.
Vampiric vines vise the vital vein,
pain's parade in the putrid plain,
insane incense from the insane,
chain the chasm where the cherubs wane.

[Chorus Variation]
Hollow howls carve the quiet core,
skeletal hands grip the gala's gore,
midnight's maw, it begs for more,
eternal gnaw on the soul's raw shore.
(Phantoms feast, the pulse ignores,
veins ignite—now the inferno roars!)

[Verse 4]
Spectral scribes scrawl the scabbed script,
gript by gales where the ghouls are gript,
eclipse the eclipse in the eclipsed crypt,
dript with dread till the damned are dript.
Banshee braids braid the brittle breeze,
tease the tease of the ternary tease,
freeze the flees in the fen's disease,
knees buckle under the banshee's seize.
Lich lords loom with the locust leer,
sheer the sphere where the specters steer,
pierce the pierce of the pioneer,
queer the quire in the quagmire's queer.

[Break]
The veil rends, the wretched return...

[Verse 5]
Necrotic nectar nectarines the nightshade nerve,
swerve through swerves where the seraphs serve,
curves of corpses in the coven’s curve,
preserve the perverse in the preserved.
Hydra hymns hiss from the histrionic hive,
strive to thrive in the thrive to dive,
jive with jives where the juggernauts jive,
alive in the archive of the unalive.
Wendigo winds whip the witheréd wrist,
twist the mist till the monoliths mist,
fist the fist of the fathomless fist,
exist in the abyss where the aeons persist—
but twist: the horror's not out there, it's the mirror's maw,
gnawing inward, raw, till you're the claw.

[Outro - fading snarls into silence]
Graveyard gala grinds to dust,
trust the thrust of the endless thrust.
Dawn denies, but the dark reclaims...