Antichües black-death / Petřvald

In the darkest caves
Where there is almost no oxygen
The creature listens to your heavy breathing

He approaches, knows about you from the moment you enter

The squish as it rips your flesh, blood pouring straight from your veins
eyes that have seen only are part of the beauty.

Bursting arteries and crunching bones

Stinky guts, sticky brain
Crushed rib cage and broken ribs

What are these views?
They'll never find you, you're gone for good.

4waiting for more to come. For those who can be digested.