Shattering teeth, do click and shatter,

How fast you run, it does not matter,

In the night’s land of sleep and slumber,

The mind is weak, and free to plunder,

Visions of destruction, the end of the strong,

Hollow Gods in the world, so wrong,

End this nightmare, end the dream,

Awaken children, heart-pounding, with a scream.

Children leave their beds in the dead of night,

To dance and play, in the pale moonlight,

To the God of Hollow, they pray and love,

This a blasphemy against the Lord above,

For a taste of Hell, they so do long,

In bitter cold and dark, they sing their song,

For this night, their humanity they must decry

With an echoing cry, the children say goodbye,

A child is found dead, and left a sprawl,

Only one soul left to call.

Gone they are, in sacred sleep,

Left behind, the wounds cut deep,

Gone they are, leaving the world behind,

Left alone, in this world, resigned,

Empty houses, and empty beds,

Echo empty hallways, with memories of the dead,

Left behind, alone, and forgotten,

A terrible fate awaits, the Misbegotten

Misbegotten, a hissing whisper calls upon the breeze,

For the children return to please,

The God of Hollow, composer of dreams,

Onward he pressed, through cedars and streams,

In chilling mist, through a fog on the rise,

Upon came The Chosen, to the children, and their God to despise.

Confronting a fate written in stars and cosmic maps,

The Chosen ensures the God’s collapse…