White Worms Songtext
von Cryptopsy

It′s almost night
The clouds are streaked with violet
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 its way, cherish each atrocity

Woodland dark surroundings, ill-lit by twin beacons
A black car approaches with two men inside it
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 wood frame 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

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 ether 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

Merci