Befouled grounds, funerary plot

Awaits this debt to claim

Last rights confined

Burn my memory, you’re dead to me

Removing the poison thorns

Savor the symptom that eats you alive

Drown in despair, consequences forewarn

Yet, the filth still churns

Rusted gears still grind

Far worse will come, as we’re digging through time

A toast to your demise

As you rot in your grave

Behold your reward

Free from your misery, guilt and deceit

The poison has run its course

Cold hands of fate, feel my thorns as you wake

Now that the worm has turned

Thе bleeding knees and soured prayers

Help not, Thy will bе gone

To the grave take your shame

Inescapable fate

Fresh dirt on the grave, borne to the bloody earth

Rot in your grave

Condemned to cold earth and exile

Unfit to exist

Moist soil will share our crime

This night by nail and plight

Misery interred, screaming inside, a feast for the worms

A toast to your demise

Embittered victory’s release

One final sordid night

Kicking inside,you rot - rot in your grave

Behold your reward

The worm, the worm has turned

Panic raping your mind

Lungs stagnate with greed

Choke on your self-pity grief

Petty wretch depart in shame

With your last dying breath

Meet dreamless sleep