The ghoul awakes, and lying still, with his bottle, underneath the cold, dead ground, he thinks about why he is there, and if its worth to try living once more
Under in the ground
Where my blood meets the dirt
My rotting soul is there
I don't even care
My soul is through
Hiding in my lair
I drink my brew
I don't know how to share
A glyph showed us there
And so, he starts clawing at the dirt
Under in the ground
Where my blood meets the dirt
My rotting soul is there
I don't even care
My soul is through
Hiding in my lair
I drink my brew
I don't know how to share
A glyph showed us there