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Feed the worms As they multiply, will it satisfy appetite of the ill-willed grotesque poet? Feed the worms Will it be enough? This archaic blood, sacrificed to quench the thirst that fuels the hurt of the underworld The underworld has come to collect your soul Belly groans for the feast of extinction Crows flock to the head of your tombstone To the grave, you go Meet your maker To the grave, you go Meet your maker, feed the worms Underworld inflamed with a thirst for extinction Pen goes to paper but it's never enough Poet for the dead, what did you live for? Poet for the dead with words left to write Poet for the dead, can you hear me? Poet for the dead, in the end, what did you live for? The crows, they flock to your tomb Undertaker eyes in the face of the moon Poet for the dead, what's left to write? Will it be enough to save your life? Letras de canciones Pen goes to paper, but it's never enough for the ill-willed grotesque underworld Feed the worms Feed the worms Feed the worms Belly groans for the feast of your soul Feed the worms Now, you will burn Poet for the dead, in the end, what did you live for? Burn Poet for the dead, in the end, what did you live for? From Letras Mania