The entity hungers,
Its realm shall be your eternal hell,
And it brought you here,
Into the fog,
Your agony is its lullaby,
The hooks call,
Dripping with thirst,
You will hang,
Left to die,
Over and over,
Its slaves will find you,
And take you screaming,
Through blade and chainsaw,
Club and disease,
You’ll feel the red glow,
You shall be grist,
For its tendrils,
Hook-like and quivering,
The fog god whispers,
And its servants obey,
Your suffering shall be its nourishment,
Even death is not an escape,
The entity hungers,
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