In Grime in Lust - Vorum

We are but insects crushed in a trice

Merely grains for the scythe

In carnal symbiosis in overflowing graves

From out of cavities and tunnels

Dragged out and ravished now

With lust in grime, we root

As swine teeth buried deep into our brethren longing necks

With cracked bare spines in filth, we align

Hauled in the gown of death

Many were they who set to conquer

Eating their way through the stupid meat pile

Only to find their pale necks under

Under merciless blades

With lust in grime, we root

As swine teeth buried deep into our brethren longing necks

With cracked bare spines in filth, we align

Hauled in the gown of death

Our stinking meat cleaveth the earth