Gospel of Maggots - Deivos

Crooked fingers they twitch — organic dysfunction

Muscles go into spasms — bodily corrosion

Even the most sublime flesh — destined to wither

Once silky breasts now rotten apart — for worms to slither on

This is ultimate communion

Sacrament of decomposition

Eternal life in rancid paradise

Fused into the black matter of aeons

For no one hears the prayers, no one to answer the cries

A supreme being you worship, it’s all just fucking lies

Empty promise, mankind’s' curse

Dig into the soil, pierce right through the darkness

To uncover nothing more than all — consuming putrefaction

Praise the god of rot

Elevate the eucharist, herald the infestation

Enter the garden of eden where maggots are angels

Your flesh perished, your lord eaten

Ideas drowned in a festering mass

Divine purpose — arrogant claim

Sudden death shifts the order of events

No ascension — only decay

This is ultimate communion sacrament of decomposition

Eternal life in rancid heaven united with ashes of fathers