the beast from endless melancholia by EARTHEN SHIELD
Tracklist
| 4. | the beast | 5:04 |
Lyrics
After a time, the small space I’ve hidden in loses the comfort I once found. The musty smell of dirt and wet leaves that press against me begins to wear on my mental state. Reluctantly, I drag myself from my makeshift sanctuary and step into the cool night air.
I move out of the alley and find the church doors once again shut, with no sign of life. Glancing upwards, I realize the stars are completely gone, not hidden by clouds, but as though erased from existence.
Curiosity pushes me closer to one of the church’s small windows, and I fight the urge to run, to never think of this place again. Through the stained, aged glass, I see shadowy figures seated in the pews, all seemingly facing the altar. A slender figure in red velvet stands before them, raising a rotting arm from their robes to reveal a long dagger. In one swift motion, they plunge it into their chest and collapse to the floor.
The ground trembles again, but this time, the sound is pure silence—an absence of everything. I can feel the vibrations in the air, my stomach churning violently in response. I steady myself and focus on the scene inside. The creatures—except the one on the floor—are gone.
The floor beneath the fallen figure slowly begins to open, swallowing them up. A pit forms and begins to devour the church’s interior. From the abyss, a strange purplish hue radiates as a fog lifts slowly from the opening.
A long, spiked, fleshy limb stretches from the darkness below, reaching up through the hole. The air fills instantly with an eerie, vacuum-like sound, followed by words I cannot comprehend—ancient and foreign, lost to humanity for millennia. I kneel, gripping my sides as dry heaves wrack my body. My face flushes painfully, my eyes burning as if they might burst.
Then, all at once, the voices stop. A low, guttural growl rises from deep within the church. As I regain my composure, a wall collapses, and a monstrous creature slithers out. Its appendages drag a massive mound of flesh, covered in eyes and gnashing teeth. Each strained movement pulls the beast forward just a few feet at a time. The air is thick with the stench of decay, a smell beyond anything I could have imagined.
I stand frozen, staring into the thousand eyes of the beast.
