Worms

o conquering worms

deep in the reeking dirt

the horror, the pain

the shreak of the flesh

the loneliness of the grave



The shattering sound

of the cemetery bell

the silent mourners, and the cold rain as well

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

dead and forgotten, flesh foul and rotten

this grave has no tales to tell



O gruesome death, reaper

eyes darker than the deepest well

sinking deeper and deeper

surely all the way to hell



Bells, bells, ionfernal bells

in a cold black grave I lay

demons howl a crippled song,

of my flesh and its decay.