Where the Worm Never Dies Lyrics

The maelstrom maw of vulgar abominations
A pit of unequaled, gore-gullet lamentations
Fodder for fire and crafters of serpentine speech
In communion like host and bedeviling leech

Such spirits as chased allusive Liberty
And, in life, placed Her on a throne
Now spiral and feast on the fruit of deceit
The anguish of shattered bone
And that man joined the carnival of carrion souls
Swept to dismal dwellings below...
And the malice-wont tongues that licked his temples
With despair and damnation in tow...

"No hope nor love remains for you!"

"Hold thee no hope for salvation...
...No tear shalt thou hold 'hind thy eyes...
...The scourge and the pit shalt thou feed
In sorrow unrelenting and hunger vast..."

"A ministry of midnight and bloodshed supreme
Of terror and tumultuous death
Where flesh meets crude fangs clotted and coated
Yet starved amidst gluttonous ravages!
The gall and the bile, a vinegar wine
Sinews devoured and rent from each limb
All shall thee encounter and moreso endure
If it meets my infernal whim!"