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Date of issue: 23.06.2003
Record label: Tankcrimes
Song language: English
Maggot Hatchery |
Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack |
A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back |
The creature who lives there personifies death |
She’ll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath |
Wrapped up in rags and a tattered old hood |
She walks with a cane made of twisted black wood |
A feared necromancer and caster of curses |
She really enjoys putting people in hearses |
Blessed with a face that can drive men insane |
A body by joke and a sinister brain |
Her feet can peel wallpaper when they’re exposed |
Gangrene and fungus infesting her toes |
She spends all her evenings creating disease |
Conjuring larvae and maggots to please |
Enormous pupae she constantly breeds |
On disinterred bodies they suckle and feed |
A larval sack she did dismiss |
It crawled into a drainage ditch |
Once underground it carried on |
No one noticed that it was gone |
Down in the sewer this maggot had fun |
Eating the rats was it’s job number one |
It terrorized rodents and left them in tatters |
The flesh of the beasts made it all the more fatter |
Bones it did crunch and then cartilege munched |
The slimy invertebrate sloppily lunched |
It’s tubular mass through the sewers did squirm |
A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, many-toothed worm |
With palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds |
It made it’s way through Creepsylvania’s grounds |
Seeking the filth by which it was sustained |
The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well trained |
Finding a coffin that was plentifully plugged |
The corpse was devoured by the glistening slug |
Rot and decay it ingested with zeal |
As long as it knew that it had a next meal |
Feasting on the bloated dead |
Stiffs enveloped foot to head |
Vomiting acid into the crypts |
To gorge on all the parts that dripped |
Tomb after tomb it slowly creeped |
As we watched our food sources deplete |
It tunneled into our practice space |
And listened as we moshed the place |
Into the sewer it escaped |
It’s casing held a human shape |
A squalling lump all set to burst |
This town has not yet seen the worst |