The Crawling
Infested with dcay
Laying rotting and dead
Screaming out from inside the
Tombs you dwell
Here inside your resting place
Worms will eat from off your face
The crawling never ends
You will learn
That the crawling never ends
Riddled with pussing boils
You are food for the vermin
Your flesh once so alive now in decay
Here inside your resting place
Worms will eat from off your face
They breed inside your carcass
Waiting to be born
They feed from off your flesh
Here inside your resting place
Worms will eat from off your face
The crawling never ends
You will learn
That the crawling never ends