The Worms Lament - Lo!

Our past forever clings

Fresh paint on old sins

We are damned men laughing

We are damned men laughing

Pack us well no room to fall

We stand in death erect loyal

Warmonger first world snake

Present false flesh to rake

So the worms cry out «inject us with fear»

So the worms cry out «hand me a gun»

Raise a glass

Stave off the horror

Flesh drum beats on

Gods of ruin

The grand deceiver spoke

«addicts for terror!»

The grand deceiver spoke

«sheep for heaven!»

Raise a glass

Stave off the horror

Flesh drum beats on

Gods of ruin

The grand deceiver spoke

«addicts for terror!»

The grand deceiver spoke

«sheep for heaven!»

Our past forever clings

Fresh paint on old sins

We are damned men laughing

We are damned men laughing

Our past forever clings

Fresh paint on old sins

We are damned men laughing

We are damned men laughing

So the worms cry out «inject us with fear»

We the worms cry out «beat our flesh drums»

The grand deceiver spoke

«addicts for terror!»

The grand deceiver spoke