Look below your feet Look closely at the ground Someone below is watching Through the cracks in the stone Their eyes are following your every move Your every breath... These eyes are glowing crimson in the dark They do not trust those who live above It is the light that drives them mad And its the darkness that provides solace Theyve built a vast hall carved out of stone The sound of hammers ring through the rocky paths They do not understand the terrors lurking above They serve a master adorned with the jewels Carved from the crystals that enrich his kingdom He sits upon a glittering throne Below the crevices he rules alone Nothing can touch him and none can reach him He is the lord of the subterranean world He is the master of his cavernous kingdom And he has numerous minions Who serve and hunt for their masters delight But down below there is scarce food So they are forced to hunt those who live above
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