Welcome, friends to feast upon the mighty bowels of God - the late In putrid stench our supper is served - rejoice and rejuvenate. Eat the sins - the rotten flesh. Devour what's left behind. Erected is our temple grand on plagued ground in your mind.
Far from sunlight and deep within the womb of mother earth. The moldy tombs. The dark, damp, rooms where we, deceased, are given birth. We praise the sick - the king of death. We salute the lord of germs. Erected is our temple grand - the Temple of the Worms.
Inner Sanctum - Sanctum Sanctorum Where flies do gather The Temple of the Worms
Chime the Bells! The Temple of the WormsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
