Infested with dcay Laying rotting and dead Screaming out from inside the Tombs you dwell Here inside your resting place Worms will eat from off your face The crawling never ends You will learn That the crawling never ends Riddled with pussing boils You are food for the vermin Your flesh once so alive now in decay Here inside your resting place Worms will eat from off your face They breed inside your carcass Waiting to be born They feed from off your flesh Here inside your resting place Worms will eat from off your face The crawling never ends You will learn That the crawling never ends