Into the maw of hare and fear,

Drawing you ever near.

Many will enter and few will leave,

but those who do, lose all sanity. 

The maw holds a presance, 

Of which you would never believe. 

A shadowed figure, 

Donned in a crimson red. 

He beckons you close, 

But you'd dare not enter. 

For all you see is red, 

Always the red that consumes all.

Into the maw of hate and fear.

Where your sanity is never near.

Where your only friend is your fear. 

Into the maw of red. 

A red that consumes us all.