The Wereworm's Feast - The Black Dahlia Murder

I can’t stop these fetid compulsions, they’re coming each night

By the moon I am transformed

Unspeakable horrors I’ve witnessed with these lowly eyes

The hyde I turn into will surely prove a surprise

I am the wriggling

Horror inching through your cold insides

Nesting in your death

And I brought friends we’ll multiply in time

Pearlescent maggots

Dwelling within dead flesh

The Wereworm’s feast is gluttonous

But working slaves to the rot unto to the perished we’re chained

Our daily lives are the pits but our nights are deranged

It’s insane

To have drilled through countless brains

And attempt just to maintain

As we stare the living squarely in the face

I am the wriggling

Horror inching through your cold insides

Nesting in your death

And I brought friends we’ll multiply in time

Pearlescent maggots

Dwelling within dead flesh

With carrion I am obsessed

The Wereworms feast is

Deceased and so gluttonous

By putrefaction I’m possessed

Possessed

We creep

And we crawl

Through you

And I awaken each morning disheveled in bed

Returned from whence I came but a dirt covered mess

It’s insane

To have drilled through countless brains

And attempt to just maintain

As we look our children squarely in the face

I am the wriggling

Horror inching through your cold insides

Nesting in your death

And I brought friends we’ll multiply in time

Pearlescent maggots

Dwelling within dead flesh

With carrion I am obsessed

The Wereworms feast is

Deceased and so gluttonous

By putrefaction I’m possessed

We creep

And we crawl