As you cry, the maggots feast on your eyes
Within my crypt, the children sing
On both knees, worshipping
The loss of innocence
As I spew every ounce of my seminal wretch
They lap up every last drop from the puddle
Streaming down their chins
Swallowing my seed
Inside you they breed
Once the yolk breaks
They'll be freed
Drink my filth and praise my name
Upon my throne of bodies maimed