Eat of the Dead

Eat of the dead
Eat of the dead
The highest fulfillment of man
Is to become food for the crawling things
That burrow and slither in human flesh
Unceasing in mindless hunger

Remorseless undefiled by reason
The worms of the tomb they are pure

Their purity elevates them
Above the putrefying pride of our race
The destiny of man is
Merely to be

The nourishment of the worm
Yet their excrement bestows higher wisdom
From decay arises new life

Fill myself with that which rots
And I shall be reborn
By writhing upon my belly like a mindless worm
I shall rise up in awareness of truth
I gnaw upon my own decaying flesh

And my mind is forever purged
Of the corruption of faith
Believe in nothingness
There is no purpose in birth

No blessedness after death
Only oblivion
Eat of the dead
For I am like as one who is already dead
Eat of the dead
Lest I be consumed by the emptiness

Eat of the dead
Eat of the dead
Eat of the dead

Annf feth
Tema fentu
Eat of the dead



Credits
Writer(s): Karl E. Sanders, George Kollias
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