Anthem of the DarknessMature

I love anthems - songs which unite a common religion, interest, cause, etc. I had the idea of writing an anthem for the darkness...though it won't be portrayed in a positive light. Pun fully intended.
Oh, and...it's a bit on the gruesome side. I want to make darkness as disgusting as possible. 

Anthem of the Darkness

Verse One
Here in the darkness, we chase harmful dreams
Just remember: nothing's as it seems
Rotting hopes fill the place with a stench of doom
Enter, but cast your faith in the back room

Chorus
Hear the predecessors' bitter bones crunch
Here, we'll eat your offered soul for lunch
Don't you worry about being polite
Everything's ignored, here in the night
Step right up and get your prize
Watch us tear you open, right before your eyes
But whatever you do, don't say that Name
That Name that threatens us with day 

Verse Two
It's quite funny - people keep coming
Our monstrosities will keep them running
Abandon all hope of going home
 You're here to stay, never free to roam

Chorus
Hear the predecessors' bitter bones crunch
Here, we'll eat your offered soul for lunch
Don't you worry about being polite
Everything's ignored, here in the night
Step right up and get your prize
Watch us tear you open, right before your eyes
But whatever you do, don't say that Name
That Name that threatens us with day 

Bridge
Embrace the slime upon the walls
Laugh as your neighbor falls
Watch the blood slip down the drain
Run in the direction of pain
I know it's gross, but deal with it
Ignore the hurt where a monster bit
Yank your heart from its place
Mask the terror on your face

Chorus
Hear the predecessors' bitter bones crunch
Here, we'll eat your offered soul for lunch
Don't you worry about being polite
Everything's ignored, here in the night
Step right up and get your prize
Watch us tear you open, right before your eyes
But whatever you do, don't say that Name
That Name that threatens us with day 

Ending
And darling, when your skin turns to dust
And when your little trinkets rust
And when you're filled with sin's pus
Baby, don't you dare blame us!
 You got yourself here; get yourself out
Though you're stuck, without a doubt
Do you hear us laughing at your pain?
But whatever you do, don't say that Name...

to be continued. 

The End

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