Torchlight dancing on her chamber, a flickering throne of bone. Embedded in walls of cobwebs, entangled draping designs arachnid. Eyelessly her sockets piercing, a voice begins to rise. A torrent of backward screaming! The bandaging that wraps her bursting as her legs begin to part. Foul plumage of dust erupting, our lungs arrested by dreadful coughing. Her royal stomach bulbous bubbling bulging with undead life. A prayer to unknow and unsee these hellish sights. The halls of these catacombs, our wretched grave. Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves. A sentence eternally to painfully rot. In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot. Hallucination paralyzation, utter and complete annihilation. Queen of the restless dead spews forth! Screaming as were both eaten alive! Spider sacks erupt a million tiny princes pouring from her hollowed hull. Hungry for flesh! Cobwebbed mistress of ancient horror, the torch escaping my frozen grasp. Our end approaches carnivorous feasting, we'll feed her offspring. Consumed before each others eyes! The rancid fruitage of her ancient yellowed bones, had we only learned to leave well enough alone. The halls of these catacombs, our wretched grave. Where we'll stalk the dark as undead slaves. A sentence eternally to painfully rot. In this skull lined tomb that time's forgot. Chained in this afterlife! We're to remain, serving unto this curse of everlasting arachnid disdain. A hecatomb by the candle's golden flame, never must you utter her name. Hallucination paralyzation, utter and complete annihilation!