Worms, trapped in the mud
Writhing in blood
Death comes for all, selfish maker
The undertaker, tending God's acre
Cursed to exist

Lost in the mist (life as a cyst)
Cursed to exist
Cursed to exist

Suffer then die
We are sealed to our fate yet we pray at their shrines
Life is anguish

Wights coming from the smoking mounds
Skin crawling from the screeching sounds
Hands reaching from the rotten ground
Drawn into the realm we're bound

He watches in silence, unfettered, violence