Worms O conquering worms Deep in the reeking dirt The horror, the pain The shreak of the flesh The loneliness of the grave
The shattering sound Of the cemetery bell The silent mourners, and the cold rain as well Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Dead and forgotten, flesh foul and rotten This grave has no tales to tell
O gruesome death, reaper Eyes darker than the deepest well Sinking deeper and deeper Surely all the way to hell
Bells, bells, ionfernal bells In a cold black grave I lay Demons howl a crippled song Of my flesh and its decay
