Wind In The Catacombs

To think I see wind,
In these catacombs deep.
In these catacombs I choose to tonight sleep.
In these catacombs deep.

I wait for the monsters within,
As they come a wanting for my tiny neck.
To see all my hair come down falling on the floor.
Now they come a wanting for my tiny neck.

To think I see wind,
In these catacombs deep.
In these catacombs I choose to tonight sleep.
In these catacombs deep.

Those beasts within bite down,
Lusting after my tiny neck.