Hordes of Flies - Nominon

And it is the end

Pale skin to caress

Drained and left for dead

Nothing more to expect

Surreal existence am I dead

Or am I alive

In crimson fluid hell is what I found

Feel the larva crawling

Eating constant breeding

Beneath the skin born again

To be reborn is this life after death

Transformed man dethroned

Inner movement the body unveil secrets

Life after this surreal existence

Birth/death/birth fed up with life as the eggs hatch

In rotten flesh I first meet life to live a second then

Die again already searching for another dead prey

Innate insects part of me Parasite inside eating me Host of flies born inside

Absence of life I am the lord of flies

Surreal existence am I dead or am I alive

In crimson fluid hell is what I found

Feel the larva crawling eating constant breeding

Host of lives beneath the skin reborn

Again

Reincarnated in hell

An army ready to conquer

Fed by the lord of flies

Hordes of flies