A foreshadowing opening like a hungry maw.
Shadows swallow you like a funeral shroud.
A dank miasma of moldering death.
The morbid stench churns your bowels…

Bats' fangs drip with black sickened blood.
And vermin gnaw upon babes' tender bones.
Foetid carrion breath upon your neck
As she whispers curses in your year…
Chorus: Into the cave, the horrid witch calling…
Behold your doom as the darkness is falling…