Welcome, friends to feast upon the mighty bowels of God - the late
In putrid stench our supper is served - rejoice and rejuvenate
Eat the sins - the rotten flesh Devour what's left behind
Erected is our temple grand on plagued ground in your mind

Far from sunlight and deep within the womb of mother earth
The moldy tombs The dark, damp, rooms where we, deceased, are given
birth
We praise the sick - the king of death We salute the lord of germs
Erected is our temple grand - the Temple of the Worms

Inner Sanctum - Sanctum Sanctorum
Where flies do gather
The Temple of the Worms

Chime the Bells!
The Temple of the Worms