The Squirm of Deserved Ascoma Lyrics

Nature at last our eviction exhaled,
A gaunt abattoir with infection regaled.
From fungus and plume our deformed wights arise,
Shamble and vampirize...

The squirm of deserved ascoma.

A species that forgot its place:
Spores boring flora from out anguished face.

The squirm of deserved ascoma.

And flower Hells,
The cruelest of misanthropies:
That emboldening what already'd...
Sink teeth to itself.

Horror-spore, come forth!

Possess the reign,
Facilitating rape and strain;
Carve our hold with blooms...
Of croaking exeunt and doom.

The overlong dream mosses over:
The squirm of deserved ascoma.

The last of us.