Wandering through the wasteland bleak
Inspecting every corpse I meet
Did they see or were they blind?
It matters not, their eyes are mine
Tasting every vision
Reliving each incision
Descending deepest tunnels of depravity
Feel the orbs explode obscenely

Beat the vultures at their game
Catch them when they come to claim
A rotting heap of former life
My teeth will pulp their eyes tonight

Feasting on eyes

I've seen it all and risen from the depths
Crawled along the battlefields amidst dismembered fucking heads
Stared across a barren plain filled only with decay
Overlooked a lake of blood with maggots forming waves
But what are these abominations
Gleaming in my head?
One by one I rip them out
Until with darkness I am fed

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