Hunger - Earth Rot

Follow the stench into the deep

Drawn in by the lingering, dark

Sour reek of impending death

Use the craft to perform the duty

The unquenchable thirst, the miasma of rot

Surrounded, completely

It speaks, it calls

From the filth it stretches into her nostrils

The demands of Mors are binding

Death and nothing more

The thirst floods the mind

Incontestable urges, the hunger engulfs the body

Inescapable as the hunger of the wolf

The hunger not of body but soul

Taken by moonlight, delivered by the witch

For the privilege of life and the curse of time

With limitless rage, explore the power

Explore the fresh hells behind your eyes

With limitless rage, explore death

Mirroring the fear of despair

Follow the stench into the deep

Drawn in by the lingering dark

The sour reek of impending death

The demands of Mors are binding

The limitless anger of the great antiquity

The hunger not of body but soul

Taken by the moonlight

Delivered by the witch