Consuming the Wicked King Lyrics

Herod, king of rot and pride
Feasting on the power of the blind
He never bowed, he never broke
But now the worms rise and choke
The angel strikes, the crown falls down
No mercy here, no sacred ground
The flesh is eaten, soul condemned
By worms, his kingdom meets its end

Worms consume the pride of kings
The dead rot under angel's wings
No throne survives, no glory gained
The worms will feast on their remains

The body shudders, the worms dig deep
In the silent grave where tyrants sleep
No mourners come to weep or pray
For worms now rule the king's decay
The judgement passed, no hope in sight
Consumed by darkness, swallowed by night

Worms consume the pride of kings
The dead rot under angel's wings
No throne survives, no glory gained
The worms will feast on their remains

His throne crumbled to dust
Worms devour his twisted lust
A king laid low in a grave below
Death has struck its final blow

Worms consume the pride of kings
The dead rot under angel's wings
No throne survives, no glory gained
The worms will feast on their remains