Tusks of Gore Lyrics

Don't look now, the shadows are moving closer.
Filthy stench, breathing down your neck.
No way to run, no use to hide or flea.
Prowling and stalking, terror in the night.

Counting the minutes, paranoia is setting in.
Gnawing teeth, distant belches can be heard.

Blunt machetes, sparkling in the light of the moon.
Squealing and grunting as they close in upon you.
Blood-dripping black teeth grinning with glee.
Disciples of hog, armies of boar-men.