the past is never, so far they won't still come back   burning and hating and biding their time   until they find their weakness   they've waited and their time has come at last   to overcome and break you, drag you back   the gate has been opened the screaming are calling   bolting through shadows till they are upon you   waiting in hiding, chomping the bit   you've stumbled and fallen and they smell your bleeding   you rise from your knees try to get to your feet   to run from the breathing the screaming have found you   the dive from the trees descending upon you   the stench of rotting burns your vision   the time has come - to run is futile   claws dig into your legs   they've tasted blood, their talons claw at you   now to see what your made of   punching and fighting   crys for help, for help go unheard   the screaming the crying   the demons they surround   tasting your own blood   it spills and soaks the ground   you plead unto deaf ears   choke on blood as you're torn wide   the life now it pours out from you   and blackness fills your eyes.