My hearts been gorged by a cannibal

Been fleeing with a stake of gold

Creations are attempting to grapple my knees

Apparitions turn the key

Locking gates I can’t seem to see

Starving to obtain some red meat

Sickly witches flash their rotten teeth

Threatening to rip out my spleen

Chasing my spirit for a concoture treats

Can’t let these mutations mutilate this body