1. SPAWN OF UNGOLIANT

Monstrosity, upon their stilts, a hunger never satisfied;
Gargantuan, yet silent wraith.
Her tusks of poison unfurl from searching mandibles.
The forest creaks, rotten and bleak.

Strangling in the silk, her banquet tries to flee.
The limbs quiver, then drop; toxins induce rigidity.

As in life, so in death, we are flies caught in a web.
We are food for a predator; immobilized, we die this night.
Careless, we have wandered,
Sarcophagi are woven in the shade of The Queen.
Tall trees are our minarets, we call to praise her spinnerets.
Foolish we were to run from the eight-legged Goddess Of Death.

Hoisted high from the woodland floor, our Empress wants to feed;
Thousands of corpses on display.
Is it a travesty, to marvel at this majesty
When devourment is fucking nigh?

Pedipalps reveal what she desires:
Consume the ripe; the most succulent.

As in life, so in death, we are flies caught in a web.
We are food for a predator; immobilized, we die this night.
Careless we have wandered,
Sarcophagi are woven in the shade of The Queen.
Tall trees are our minarets, we call to praise her spinnerets.
Foolish we were to run from the eight-legged Goddess Of Death.

Internals are liquefied and all that's left is just a husk.
Proboscis laps up the human nectar; every morsel of the slop.

As in life, so in death, we are flies caught in a web.
We are food for a predator; immobilized, we die this night.
Careless we have wandered,
Sarcophagi are woven in the shade of The Queen.
Tall trees are our minarets, we call to praise her spinnerets.
Foolish we were to run from the eight-legged Goddess Of Death.