Worm Master
A haunting trumpet intro sets a chilling tone, segueing into seismic bass drops and ferocious drums, Guttural, sinister vocals erupt amid chugging, down-tuned guitars and crushing, melodic deathcore riffs, Melancholic lead guitar lines intertwine with soaring rock passages, weaving tension and atmosphere between thunderous breakdowns
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The Earth makes meals of us all Into the dirt you will fall To the worms, your coffin is like a wet bar Don't matter how rich or how poor you are If you're walking on the ground They put you in a big black box And cover you up with dirt and rocks All goes well for about a week Until your coffin begins to leak The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out In your belly, and out your snout They eat the jelly between your toes They eat the memory of all you have known They eat your heart They eat your soul It's the dawning of the age Of the worm Bow down to the worms Bow down to the worms They eat your heart They eat your soul They eat the memory of all you have known
