Spiders, spiders
Nighttime in the attic
Eternity in the tomb
Rigormortis memories
Icy chill, dead mother's womb
Spiders, spiders
Open the hatch to hell
Hell is here
Asleep in the dust of death
Dying, dying each night
Suffering, suffering every day
Crawling, crawling through my soul
Consuming me once and for all
Spiders, spiders
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