Blood Brood

Within our cave our bloodlust dwells,
ridding higher with the coming of the sea.
The tide of time flowing over jagged rocks
and bones of our nurishment and neighbors.
Though fight they did,
and hard they fought for their lives.

A decade times two,
we've roamed beyond view,
view of those whom prying eyes they wear.
The eyes that would be the heart of me.

My children plus children,
together they bare more
of my children.
Our brood must grow
within the hills of eyes.

Travel sweet traveler,
your time is near.
We hunger,
we feast,
we love,
we feast,
we lust,
we feast,
we kill our feast.
You dear traveler,
human you are,
you are our feast.

Your flesh feeds our ungodly needs,
alone in our hold,
with ungodly deeds.

No one survives,
no one will speak,
of the feast in the caves,
by Scotland sea.
The hills are alive,
with the cries of thieves.

Blood is our creed,
our family tree.
One branch, one blood,
in our family tree.
This family will feed
of human flesh with ungodly need.