...but see, amid the mimic rout,
a crawling shape intrude!
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude!
It writhes with mortal pangs
the mimes become / become its food,
and seraphs sob / at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
turn off the bright lights
turn off the bright lights
turn off the bright lights
It comes
a crawling shape intrude!
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
out comes the worm - the conqueror worm
he wishes he'd be the king
ruling the streets all alone
out comes the worm - the conqueror worm