A crawling feast of decay
Traversing through the hollow coffin
The insects start to march
To the land of milk and honey
Festering damnation
Head drenched and stuck
Facing the blistering sun
Body become the habitat
A crawling feast of decay
The creeping start
Come vermin, death, corruption
The body ripe
For internal consumption
The creeping start
To the violent end of days
Slow degradation
Of body and mind
Tied down and lucid
Alone in the marsh
The boat that now carries you
Will be your infested tomb
What will remain
A crawling feast of decay
Feast of decay
Force-fed and tortured hard
Splayed out among the hanging trees
No choice but to welcome
The horrors so vile
Slow degradation
Of body and mind
Tied down and lucid
Alone in the marsh
The boat that now carries you
Will be your infested tomb
What will remain
A crawling feast of decay
What is now a bloated vessel
To the fiends and the swarm
No choice but to welcome
The deathly invading force
No choice but to welcome
The deathly invading force
No choice but to welcome
The violent end of days
Slow degradation
Of body and mind
Tied down and lucid
Alone in the marsh
The boat that now carries you
Will be your infested tomb
What will remain
A feast of decay
