Текст песни Corpses everyday - Anthill

Powdered skin from the corpse
Larvae of ants are fucking each other
Gore for them is sweeter than wine
Eaters flesh pheromone bastards

Ant colony’s following for elite
Hero of colony smelled food
Did a route from the base to corpse
The dead guy was the feast of the day

They are dismantling dead guy for molecules
Thousands of followers in this hierarchy
Nature took care of every creature
No need to bury the remains of the huntsman Vasia

His belly is teeming horde of insects
From the age of satiety climb drunken bastards
In the mouth settled female oviposition
Basil has become a new haven for reptiles