His eyes set upon you as you enter his lair
A cold stone vault at the foot of the stair
Like some vision from an evil dream
Yet none can wake you, or hear your scream

You've wandered deep into the realm of the dead
Under it's eyes you feel the foul dread
Iron hard grip of the gossamer strand
You forfeit your life when you enter his land

One careless move, helplessly stuck
Thrashing and crying, you've run out of luck
A flashing of fangs, coldness creeps in
Unliving yet conscious, the feasting begins

His whispering laugh
Chills to the bone
He's ruled here for ages
On a silvery throne

Hanging there limply in the realm of the dead
Visions of home hang in your head
Never to leave, give a whimpering cry
You're trapped in the web, here will you die