A crawling feast of decay

Traversing through the hollow coffin
the insects start to march
to the land of milk and honey
Festering damnation

Head drenched and stuck
Facing the blistering sun
body becomes the habitat
A crawling feast of decay

The creeping start
come vermin death corruption
The body ripe
for internal consumption
The creeping start to the violent end of days

Slow degradation of body and mind
Tied down and lucid alone in the marsh
The boat that now carries you
will be your infested tomb
What will remain?
A crawling feast of decay

Force-fed and tortured hard
splayed out among the hanging trees
No choice but to welcome
the horrors so vile

Slow degradation of body and mind
Tied down and lucid alone in the marsh
The boat that now carries you
will be your infested tomb
What will remain?
A crawling feast of decay

What is now a bloated vessel
to the fiends and the swarm
No choice but to welcome the deathly invading force
No choice but to welcome the violent end of days

Slow degradation of body and mind
Tied down and lucid alone in the marsh
The boat that now carries you
will be your infested tomb
What will remain?
A feast of decay