Familiar Familiar

Born from the shadows and dark

Enslaved to his master's heart

He'll consume you whole

And swallow Your soul

His bite is worse than his bark

His howl's the sound of Your doom

Born from the blackest of wombs

When death grabbed ahold

His master just told,

"He's mine. My soul is his tomb."

You won't see the light of day

When You become this hound's prey

Best take death in stride

It's no good to hide

It won't save You if You pray

Nowhere to hide. Nowhere's safe.

Nowhere to run. So don't race.

No, holy water

Won't stop Your slaughter

It's best for You to save face.

Do Your best to die with grace

He draws near, he hastens pace

When You've been beaten

Murdered and Eaten

He won't leave a speck or trace

This hound's never known to quit

A force that You can't outwit

He smells all Your fears

And laps up Your tears

You'll be nothing but dog shit

For him no walls are too high

And no ocean is too wide

No cavern too deep

It's okay to weep

None before You have survived

You can't outrun the black hound

Eventually You'll be found

Knowing You'll be killed

By the Baskerville

It's sad that You'll be wolfed down

Sadly You've gone and done it

This misfortune, You've won it

Your death gets much worse

Eternity's curse

Still alive in his stomach