Feast of the Graveworm کے بول

Midnight violence, the scene of the kill A life slain to rest where the blood has been spilled Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb Forgotten and rotten benath a red moon A life once strong is worm food now Conniving wretch has been cut down Neck twisted sickly, eyes stare into space A squirming mass erodes limbs and face Feeding and eating, nauseating display No coffin, no funeral, just life stripped away A portrait of putrefaction, life beyond the grave A coward soiled and bloated with maggots in his face Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb Forgotten and rotten benath a red moon