Worms

Toil along a path of pain and suffering
Long for a goal to fill
Death the imaginary gate to joy
Dung for the soil

Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood
Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood

Born to rot lived in dust
Worn by fear, dead at last
Worms now rule the land
Rotting is the final command

Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood
Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood

Salvation's only deceit
There is no purpose just means
Bodies in rotten decays
Ending of human grandeur

Only remains
Food for the worms, unbreakable chain
Body not soul

Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood
Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood

Born to rot lived in dust
Worn by fear, dead at last
Worms now rule the land
Rotting is the final command

Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood
Feasting on, feasting on flesh and blood