Heirs of Pestilence

Heirs Of Pestilence

Heirs Of Pestilence

A howling drone fills the air

Blended perfectly with their screams

A punishment sent by the divine

Wings of chitin block out the light

A cloud of torturous death

Has selected us for violation

Incisions made by mandibles

Entrance to the hypodermis

The insects crawl under your skin

Legs Scuttle, your legs buckle

Your flesh is raped to make space

For the offspring of the living pestilence

Degraded to a site of breeding

Feel the vermin fuck underneath your skin

Eggs laid and fertilized underneath your muscles

Only to hatch as soon as they are laid

Feel the spawn eat their way out

As you twist on the floor in agony

For we are the heirs of this pestilence

Internal organs perforated

The insects exit your body

Through every orifice

And search for their next victim

Leaving behind unimaginable gore

For we are the heirs of this pestilence

Sent by the angered gods above

For we are the heirs of this pestilence

Sent by the angered gods above