Eat Of The Dead 歌词

The highest fulfillment of man Is to become food for the crawling things That burrow and slither in human flesh Unceasing in mindless hunger Remorseless undefiled by reason The worms of the tomb they are pure Their purity elevates them Above the putrefying pride of our race The destiny of man is Merely to be The nourishment of the worm Yet their excrement bestows higher wisdom From decay arises new life Fill myself with that which rots And I shall be reborn By writhing upon my belly like a mindless worm I shall rise up in awareness of truth I gnaw upon my own decaying flesh And my mind is forever purged Of the corruption of faith Believe in nothingness There is no purpose in birth No blessedness after death Only oblivion Eat of the dead For I am like as one who is already dead Eat of the dead Lest I be consumed by the emptiness Annf feth Tema fentu Eat of the dead