White Worms

	作词 : Cryptopsy, Lord Worm
	White Worms

	It's almost night
	The clouds are streaked with violet
	And the moon is bright
	Banish your innocence

	There is no breeze
	Disquiet lurks in silence
	By this place of power
	Your sins must escalate

	What has come before
	And recurs perpetually
	Is on it's way
	Cherish each atrocity

	Woodland dark surroundings
	Ill lit by twin beacons
	A black car approaches
	With two men inside it

	With the right temptation
	Murder needs to prompting
	The man riding shotgun
	Has just killed his own son

	To nurture the white worms

	Still and isolated
	The woodframe house stands vacant
	Humans that once lived here
	Can no longer be found

	And yet all are present
	Well fed and ghastly white
	In the mound of moist earth
	That sits just by the road

	His rigid features inexpressive
	He flings his son's blonde head upon the heap
	This last act earns him his metamorphosis
	For he who built the house is at the wheel

	To nurture the white worms

	Darkling souls, though larval
	With each sin can mutate
	Into something dreadful
	Before dawn, you'll pupate
	And feed on innocents
	Nourished by more like you
	To someday haunt the aether
	In obscene evolution

	The house is hell
	With it's windows all agape
	Through these come some worms
	And they have sprouted wings

	Fear is forever, the objective
	To goad the rest of humanity
	Into acts of pervert nature
	And bring out the worm in all of us

	zuò cí : Cryptopsy, Lord Worm
	White Worms

	It' s almost night
	The clouds are streaked with violet
	And the moon is bright
	Banish your innocence

	There is no breeze
	Disquiet lurks in silence
	By this place of power
	Your sins must escalate

	What has come before
	And recurs perpetually
	Is on it' s way
	Cherish each atrocity

	Woodland dark surroundings
	Ill lit by twin beacons
	A black car approaches
	With two men inside it

	With the right temptation
	Murder needs to prompting
	The man riding shotgun
	Has just killed his own son

	To nurture the white worms

	Still and isolated
	The woodframe house stands vacant
	Humans that once lived here
	Can no longer be found

	And yet all are present
	Well fed and ghastly white
	In the mound of moist earth
	That sits just by the road

	His rigid features inexpressive
	He flings his son' s blonde head upon the heap
	This last act earns him his metamorphosis
	For he who built the house is at the wheel

	To nurture the white worms

	Darkling souls, though larval
	With each sin can mutate
	Into something dreadful
	Before dawn, you' ll pupate
	And feed on innocents
	Nourished by more like you
	To someday haunt the aether
	In obscene evolution

	The house is hell
	With it' s windows all agape
	Through these come some worms
	And they have sprouted wings

	Fear is forever, the objective
	To goad the rest of humanity
	Into acts of pervert nature
	And bring out the worm in all of us