Grave Slime!

[I: Sound of thick, viscous liquid bubbling. High-pitched, distant black metal screech. Whispered] It doesn't scream. It just... dissolves. Born from the rot. Fed by the Hallow. (DRINK DEEP!)

[1] It doesn't have a face, but it knows your name, A billion microscopic cells with a single aim. Beneath the headstones where the Grave Pact was signed The leftovers of spirits leave a physical grind. It’s a neon-black bile, a sentient sludge Formed from the marrow and the corporate grudge. Bite into the earth, feel the Volk Geist rise Through the acidic film that covers the eyes. It’s shimmering, caustic, a velvet-dark green The foulest substance that the Hallow has seen!

[C: Low, guttural growls] No pulse in the veins, just the pull of the tide, The Grave Slime claims what the soul couldn't hide. (Grave slime!) Creeping through the cracks! Grave slime! No way to turn it back! It liquefies the ego, it consumes the pride. There’s nowhere for the "normie" soul to hide! (Ooze! - Bite!.. Dissolve! - Repeat!) A chemical hunger, a neon-black flood! It’s washing the marrow right out of the blood! The Hallow’s stomach is never complete!

[2] You wanted to be a vulture, circling the dead? Now the Grave Slime is rising to be your bed. It creeps up the ankles, it coats the skin A chemical penance for your structural sin. It pulses with the rhythm of a dead man's heart Tearing the scavenger’s logic apart. It doesn't just kill, it repurposes the bone Turning your "classic" life into a Hallow-zone..Formed from the marrow and the corporate grudge. A liquid layoff, a pink-slip stain, It’s feeding on the debt inside the brain. Bite into the earth, feel the Volk Geist rise…

[C: Low, guttural growls] No pulse in the veins, just the pull of the tide, The Grave Slime claims what the soul couldn't hide. (Grave slime!) Creeping through the cracks! Grave slime! No way to turn it back! It liquefies the ego, it consumes the pride. There’s nowhere for the "normie" soul to hide! (Ooze! - Bite!.. Dissolve! - Repeat!) A chemical hunger, a neon-black flood! It’s washing the marrow right out of the blood! The Hallow’s stomach is never complete!

[B: Tempo drops to a crawl. Bass overwhelming.] Absorb the light. The concrete breathes, the marrow leaks, The slime inherits the world it seeks. Engulf the sound. Steel turns to silk, bone turns to oil, We’re all just fuel for the Hallow's soil. Digestion starts... Six feet underground. (BITE ME!)

[3] It’s the Volk Geist in liquid, a communal flow Of every outcast that the world didn't know. The Bats, the Clowns, the Metalhead's rage All distilled into slime on a subterranean stage. It dissolves the barriers, it melts the chains Flowing like mercury through the Hallow’s veins. You can’t stomp it out, you can’t wash it away The Slime is the master at the end of the day!

[O: sound of a heavy lid closing. The bubbling sound gets louder, & suddenly stops] Nothing wasted. Everything absorbed. Welcome to the collective... you taste like fear!