Luyện nghe bài hát White Worms

It's night
The clouds are streaked with
And the moon is
your innocence

There is no
Disquiet lurks in
By this of power
Your sins must

has come before
And perpetually
Is on way
each atrocity

Woodland surroundings
Ill lit by beacons
A black car
two men inside it

With the right
Murder needs to
The man shotgun
Has just his own son

To the white worms

Still and
The woodframe house stands
Humans that once here
Can no be found

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

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

To nurture the worms

souls, though larval
With each sin can
Into dreadful
Before dawn, pupate
And on innocents
Nourished by more you
To someday the aether
In evolution

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

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