[00:00.00] 作词 : Cryptopsy, Lord Worm
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Not Documented
[00:32.10] White Worms
[00:36.69] It's almost night
[00:38.07] The clouds are streaked with violet
[00:39.78] And the moon is bright
[00:40.38] Banish your innocence
[00:41.58] There is no breeze
[00:42.09] Disquiet lurks in silence
[00:46.08] By this place of power
[00:46.53] Your sins must escalate
[00:49.38] What has come before
[00:57.03] And recurs perpetually
[00:57.63] Is on it's way
[00:57.90] Cherish each atrocity
[00:58.62] Woodland dark surroundings
[01:00.36] Ill lit by twin beacons
[01:00.87] A black car approaches
[01:01.32] With two men inside it
[01:12.45] With the right temptation
[01:12.96] Murder needs to prompting
[01:13.59] The man riding shotgun
[01:14.07] Has just killed his own son
[01:14.64] To nurture the white worms
[01:18.72] Still and isolated
[01:19.17] The woodframe house stands vacant
[01:19.98] Humans that once lived here
[01:21.21] Can no longer be found
[01:21.78] And yet all are present
[01:39.06] Well fed and ghastly white
[01:39.60] In the mound of moist earth
[01:40.35] That sits just by the road
[02:08.76] His rigid features inexpressive
[02:09.48] He flings his son's blonde head upon the heap
[02:10.41] This last act earns him his metamorphosis
[02:13.11] For he who built the house is at the wheel
[02:13.86] To nurture the white worms
[02:44.46] Darkling souls, though larval
[02:45.51] With each sin can mutate
[02:47.22] Into something dreadful
[02:47.73] Before dawn, you'll pupate
[02:48.60] And feed on innocents
[02:49.08] Nourished by more like you
[02:49.56] To someday haunt the aether
[03:14.10] In obscene evolution
[03:15.36] The house is hell
[03:15.66] With it's windows all agape
[03:16.80] Through these come some worms
[03:18.24] And they have sprouted wings
[03:27.72] Fear is forever, the objective
[03:30.90] To goad the rest of humanity
[03:34.59] Into acts of pervert nature
[03:35.25] And bring out the worm in all of us

作词 : Cryptopsy, Lord Worm
作曲 : Not Documented
White Worms
It's almost night
The clouds are streaked with violet
And the moon is bright
Banish your innocence
There is no breeze
Disquiet lurks in silence
By this place of power
Your sins must escalate
What has come before
And recurs perpetually
Is on it's way
Cherish each atrocity
Woodland dark surroundings
Ill lit by twin beacons
A black car approaches
With two men inside it
With the right temptation
Murder needs to prompting
The man riding shotgun
Has just killed his own son
To nurture the white worms
Still and isolated
The woodframe house stands vacant
Humans that once lived here
Can no longer be found
And yet all are present
Well fed and ghastly white
In the mound of moist earth
That sits just by the road
His rigid features inexpressive
He flings his son's blonde head upon the heap
This last act earns him his metamorphosis
For he who built the house is at the wheel
To nurture the white worms
Darkling souls, though larval
With each sin can mutate
Into something dreadful
Before dawn, you'll pupate
And feed on innocents
Nourished by more like you
To someday haunt the aether
In obscene evolution
The house is hell
With it's windows all agape
Through these come some worms
And they have sprouted wings
Fear is forever, the objective
To goad the rest of humanity
Into acts of pervert nature
And bring out the worm in all of us