Womb of the Worm - Skyclad

Black hat stranger

As affluent as effluent

Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile

Preying on the weak

The vulnerable and innocent

All things pure and virginal he will defile

Shepherd of a flock of black sheep

He knows his charges well

Their thirst for life is drowning

Down in his snow filled hell

They never die

In the womb of the Worm they lie

They never die

In the womb of the Worm they lie

Slaves to the only god they know

Drawn by the song of the cosmic diva

The lord of the flies is a dandy beau

King of the hill in the new Bohemia

Where does he come from, their redeemer?

Where does he dwell?

They never learn

What is the prize for the true believer?

Rotting away in the «Womb of the Worm»?

Death is the hand of a handsome stranger

He speaks, heads turn

Babes unaware of impending danger

Quickening death in the womb of the worm

They never die

In the womb of the Worm they lie

They never die

In the womb of the Worm they lie

At the gravesides of sad lonely children

Reason sits with a tear in her eye

Killed in their prime, tell me why were they taken?

It’s not them but the Worm that should die

Stabat Mater Dolorosa

A grieving mother’s sad refrain

Chasing dragons in the subway

To kill the time and ease the pain

«Don't be afraid, just take my hand

'cause life’s too short to be a bore

Try it once, you’ll understand

Why they keep coming back for more»

Form an orderly line outside death’s door

If you want to taste his sweet amnesia

He’s never short of clientèle

Though most of them die from a fatal seizure

Another mother cries to a chat show host

She speaks, my stomach churns

I hear how a young kid, now a young ghost

Died a sickening death in the womb of the Worm

They never die

In the womb of the Worm they lie

They never die

In the womb of the Worm they lie