Worm of Autumn Lyrics

Decay is the inevitable coil which unwinds alongside time itself
A vast serpent encircling the march of progress,
Pulling apart the strands of existence to revert all that is to nothingness
The pall that shrouds the hope of man, the worm that rules the night
D'rek! D'rek! Our eyes our open, our souls mean nothing.

Caverns moan to the truth of the dark winds
Weary blood is shed to feed the earth, and to fill the body of the worm
None shall return from the journey of death, the journey of rot
Putrid goddess, queen of disease
D'rek! D'rek! Bless our eyes, for they are open!
Bless our eyes, for they see!