The buzzing sounds of the requiem
amplifies
ote for note
by maggot wings
The humming grows surrounding
transcending
this after score
composed in question
by those intentions
spiraling down the creator
between heaven and hell
Thousands of eyes
My child
Covered in flies
Thousands of eyes
My child
Covered in flies
Watch you
Thousands of eyes
The buzzing wind of maggot spawn
abreeze this soulless shell
Death infests you
The stirring swells amongst the trees
Flies will feed
Trickling mourners
rejoicing your funeral
Encore
Rejoice and eat up my winged children
Eat up
It's all yours
Feast and be merry
Breed upon this feast before you
Breed
Exploring tasted dead
Twitching hands laying eggs
Buzz of the orchestra to the conducting carcass
conducting the funeral feast
Rotting
Your dead
Rotting
Your dead!