Eat Of The Dead - Nile

The highest fulfillment of man

Is to become food for the crawling things

That burrow and slither in human flesh

Unceasing in mindless hunger

Remorseless undefiled by reason

The worms of the tomb they are pure

Their purity elevates them

Above the putrefying pride of our race

The destiny of man is

Merely to be

The nourishment of the worm

Yet their excrement bestows higher wisdom

From decay arises new life

Fill myself with that which rots

And I shall be reborn

By writhing upon my belly like a mindless worm

I shall rise up in awareness of truth

I gnaw upon my own decaying flesh

And my mind is forever purged

Of the corruption of faith

Believe in nothingness

There is no purpose in birth

No blessedness after death

Only oblivion

Eat of the dead

For I am like as one who is already dead

Eat of the dead

Lest I be consumed by the emptiness

Annf feth

Tema fentu

Eat of the dead