Putrevore - The Rotten Crawls On lyrics

A smudge in history we are A speck of filth on the map of this soil Crawling forwards to ensure our little reign To claim our kingdoms This putrid artefact called man A breed that should not be The little climbing and clawing primate That has somehow clawed itself to the imagined top Little do we know about the vastness of nothingness The total annihilation of time and space On the verge of the abyss we linger Justs as maggots we slither And the rotten crawls on Seeking a kingdom to reign in spite Of the futile rotting that we will slowly come to know