Oh God, I'am not ready yet
Shut up! This is your destiny with death

Amongst the greens of gardens
You will see what hides inside them
Beneath of parched twigs and remains of dead plants
Is their habitat

Earthworms, damned earthworms
Filthy and sticky
Earthworms, damned earthworms
Fortunate not to know
All the hate that lives on you all
You are lucky that we avoid you

In underground, I find what I don’t want to see
Earthworms, damned earthworms
They understand decomposition
Scented by slurry
Now, over putrid bodies
Decomposition arises
Bringing life to those who are gone
It’s their habitat

Lobworms, damned lobworms
Filthy and sticky
Lobworms, damned lobworms
Fortunate for not know
What the dead spoke about you
You are lucky that we avoid you

When one goes, we lose a piece of us
It’s hard to believe, there’s an eternal life for who’s gone
Maybe for who degusts the death taste
For living through each... Body that rots

Earthworms, damned earthworms
Filthy and sticky
Earthworms, damned earthworms
Fortunate not to know
All the hate that lives on you all
You are lucky that we avoid you
Lobworms, damned lobworms
Filthy and sticky
Lobworms, damned lobworms
Fortunate for not knowing
What the dead spoke about you
You are lucky that we avoid you