Worms  o conquering worms  deep in the reeking dirt  the horror, the pain  the shreak of the flesh  the loneliness of the grave    The shattering sound  of the cemetery bell  the silent mourners, and the cold rain as well  ashes to ashes, dust to dust  dead and forgotten, flesh foul and rotten  this grave has no tales to tell    O gruesome death, reaper  eyes darker than the deepest well  sinking deeper and deeper  surely all the way to hell    Bells, bells, ionfernal bells  in a cold black grave I lay  demons howl a crippled song,  of my flesh and its decay.