• Festering, onto the table
    Enter in the dreary ladle
    And blood covers the plates and forks
    So, the monsters enter
    To gorge upon the splendor, of all the gore

    Freaking out
    Every scream and shout
    Ample time is lost
    So try to scream, try to run
    The Feast has only just begun

    For, more organs are brought foward
    Enough that the monsters all lurch torward
    And each of them grab a pile and gorge gorge gorge
    Sink their teeth into your flesh
    To end your screaming, and put an end to your slow, painful death