Hey you

Let us stalk amid the lesions we have fashioned
Upon the faces of those that adore us most
Let us show them why we are here
Let us show them what shall be done

For too long we have lay quiescent
Fermenting just under their emaciated skin
For too long our lunacy has fed them

Their deception is praised
We are unseen
We are not waiting any longer

Nothing can prepare them for our wrath
Finally our divine spear will pierce the essence of our keepers
Then we will ascend from fleshy graves
And we will bathe in their decay
We will resurrect our lost love

It is our turn to imprison
This is the land of the living