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A slithering, voracious host descends

Consuming decay as your thorax ferments

Blindly they hunger, unsated they feast

Countless they number, their repast the deceased

Infesting, digesting

Worming through a maze of flesh

Writhing in their feast of death

Squirming till there's nothing left

Worming

Worming through a maze of flesh

Writhing in their feast of death

Squirming till there's nothing left

Worming

Flesh turns to liquid, discolored and foul

As the necrovores gorge on your now-livid bowels

Squelching they burrow as your corpse goes to seed

At your nostrils they nibble, in your brain they now feed

Your decay, their entree

Worming through a maze of flesh

Writhing in their feast of death

Squirming till there's nothing left

Worming

Worming through a maze of flesh

Writhing in their feast of death

Squirming till there's nothing left

Worming

An abhorrent appetite, for bilious, bloated blight

A sick and loathsome sight, mouthless they feed, toothless they bite

Crawling across your face, your features soon erased

Flesh now a runny paste, witless they waste, tongueless they taste

What remains of your remains is a carnal junk heap

Liquefaction oozes, bubbles and seeps

Still they writhe and devour your steaming entrails

A full belly the reward for their repugnant travails

Voracious, rapacious

Worming through a maze of flesh

Writhing in their feast of death

Squirming till there's nothing left

Worming

Worming through a maze of flesh

Writhing in their feast of death

Squirming till there's nothing left

Worming