The Rise Of The Elchgetuem

Song written by Elchgetuem in 10/16

Look at the house of the witch

Which has an itching nose

She is so proud, having digged

This ditch cursed with a rose

I was her doctor

I am her protector

Forevermore (I) have no choice

Metamorphosed predator

For the core of eventide

I Am Not Blind

Chains are aching around my throat

Horns are rising from my head above

Lining my mind

Losing mankind

Growth is tearing my skin and coats

Me with fur I looked like a zombie-goat

Lining my mind

Losing mankind

Oversized

And mystified

Mutated experiments

That I am one is what I guess

Exhausted Commemoration

And so I lost all my denotations

A flare of thought

I´m not free, not meant to be

My wishes´ll stay fantasy

Can´t pay the fee she sets falls due

(It´s) strictly endless minus two

I Am Not Blind

Chains are aching…