Texty: Skyclad. Womb Of The Worm.

Black hat stranger as affluent as effluent
Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile
Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent
All things pure and virginal he will defile

Shepherd of a flock of black sheep
He knows his charges well
Their thirst for life is drowning
Down in his snow filled hell

They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie
They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie

Slaves to the only God they know
Drawn by the song of the cosmic diva
The Lord of the flies is a dandy beau
King of the hill in the new Bohemia

Where does he come from, their redeemer
Where does he dwell? They never learn
What is the prize for the true believer?
Rotting away in the womb of the worm?

Death is the hand of a handsome stranger
He speaks, heads turn
Babes unaware of impending danger
Quickening dead in the womb of the worm

They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie
They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie

At the gravesides of sad lonely children
Reason sits with a tear in her eye
Killed in their prime tell me why were they taken?
It's not them but 'The Worm' that should die

Stabat Mater Dolorosa
A grieving mother's sad refrain
Chasing dragons in the subway
To kill the time and ease the pain

Don't be afraid just take my hand
'Cause life's too short to be a bore
Try it once, you'll understand
Why they keep coming back for more

Form an orderly line outside death's door
If you want to taste his sweet amnesia
He's never short of clientele
Though most of them die from a fatal seizure

Another mother cries to a chat-show host
She speaks, my stomach churns
I hear how a young kid, how a young ghost
Died a sickening death in the womb of the worm

They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie
They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie

They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie
They never die
In the womb of the worm they lie

Of the womb, of the worm
Of the womb, of the worm
Of the womb, of the worm
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