Hark, what vicious hymn the maggot sings A carol of rot, it calls for a tithe of flesh The first of three putrid courses
Let us begin this feast for writhing worms
The resolve of this one is weak
His gait stilted, he shambles through sludge Injured and abandoned by his brood Unaware he is to be devoured
My appetite is gluttonous
My pain, unending
My vindication draws near
My appetite, my appetite is gluttonous
I am poised for retribution
We have both been losing sleep Haunted by incoherent visions
I hear the baying of fiendish beasts Their howls call us to the void
Have you forgotten my face
A gored visage bereft of pity
Garbed in ghostly skin
Bringing reveries from ‘neath the earth
A tragic song carried on carrion wings Dissolve, decay, until my hunger ends
My appetite is gluttonous My pain, unending
My vindication draws near My appetite is gluttonous
Look upon the emptiness
Feel crushed by its weight
As you mouth tepid utterances
Choke on your words and become silent