White Worms Lyrics - Cryptopsy

It's almost night 

The clouds are streaked with violet 

And the moon is bright 

Banish your innocence 

There is no breeze 

Disquiet lurks in silence 

By this place of power 

Your sins must escalate 

What has come before 

And recurs perpetually 

Is on it's way 

Cherish each atrocity 

Woodland dark surroundings 

Ill lit by twin beacons 

A black car approaches 

With two men inside it 

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With the right temptation 

Murder needs to prompting 

The man riding shotgun 

Has just killed his own son 

To nurture the white worms 

Still and isolated 

The woodframe house stands vacant 

Humans that once lived here 

Can no longer be found 

And yet all are present 

Well fed and ghastly white 

In the mound of moist earth 

That sits just by the road 

His rigid features inexpressive 

He flings his son's blonde head upon the heap 

This last act earns him his metamorphosis 

For he who built the house is at the wheel 

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To nurture the white worms 

Darkling souls, though larval 

With each sin can mutate 

Into something dreadful 

Before dawn, you'll pupate 

And feed on innocents 

Nourished by more like you 

To someday haunt the aether 

In obscene evolution 

The house is hell 

With it's windows all agape 

Through these come some worms 

And they have sprouted wings 

Fear is forever, the objective 

To goad the rest of humanity 

Into acts of pervert nature 

And bring out the worm in all of us