a mixture of black sabbath and eminem is what i was going for here -- and let's not forget a dash of bowie.
the dark caste that breathes life into rats
coalescing in the catacombs beneath the floor slats
the shifting discontent of the animals that breed below
the horribly shocking secrets that only she knows
the hatred that gives beasts their glowing eyes of red
sends them to take the weak from this mortal coil through death
underneath their stare, she enters the tomb
dagger's orange light cuts through the gloom
skulls of past dead crush under feet
explorer's a little like her but they were weak
immesurable in value, the sacred treasure she'll find
a lonely questing traveller through both space and time
she follows a deceitfully evil and cunning line
all born at once under the same forsaken sign
the sacrement that she steals is hyperreal
to the foul-toothed guards of the precious seal
she dons the garments of the priests who rule
and navigates her way to the truth
her nascent sense of the monster's creep
allows her to penetrate quick and deep
blend into the nightmare landscape's need
and pick from the earth their all-important seed