The Conquest of the Insect Lyrics


The cycle of putrid conquest

Enclosed within eternity

The Worm Victorious and its feast

On Man reduced to rotting clay

Oblivious to the crushing truth

Of absolute futility

Struggling, fighting, winning, losing

Meaningless to the Primal Force

The gruesome tragedy called “Man”

Trapped in torment unthinkable

Life perceived as a crowded scene

The altar of the Primal Force

The Worm Conquest ritualized

The writhing dance to Thanatos

The disgusting circle pulses on

Bathing all existence in Death

CONSUME THE CADAVERIC FUME OF DOOM