To the Stench of a Rotting Corpse Songtext
von A Flourishing Scourge

Upon the hill I lie
In the shade of an old willow tree
Long lived and tired
Bones and muscles ache, due to time′s decay

It is here, I wish to stay
To bask in the sun's warm glow
And rot properly
I press my paper thin, wrinkled skin
Upon the rough bark of this old tree


And watch as the sun sets for eternity
To become the dust I came from
Buried in the ground lacks dignity I believe
Please let me give back what was given to me... life

Let the worms, ants, and wasps feast on my flesh
Let the crows feed their young
There is nothing left for me
So why keep it selfishly?

Let my bones hear the songs of the birds
And the wind in the trees
Bathe in the pouring rain
And feel the warm caress of the sun
For when nature is done with me
I will truly be set free