Welcome, friends to feast upon the mighty bowels of God - the late
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In putrid stench our supper is served - rejoice and rejuvenate.
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Eat the sins - the rotten flesh. Devour what's left behind.
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Erected is our temple grand on plagued ground in your mind.
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Far from sunlight and deep within the womb of mother earth.
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The moldy tombs. The dark, damp, rooms where we, deceased, are given
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birth.
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We praise the sick - the king of death. We salute the lord of germs.
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Erected is our temple grand - the Temple of the Worms.
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Inner Sanctum - Sanctum Sanctorum
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Where flies do gather
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The Temple of the Worms
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Chime the Bells!
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The Temple of the Worms
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The Temple Of The Worms / Tombworld
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Equinox Ov The Gods |