[Music: Carl-Michael Eide, Lyrics: Carl-Michael Eide] The crawling heart reeks Like fungus from the soul The prowling worm seeks Its grace and its grief Heart is sworn And the worm, it licks Tongue like thorns And the spit burns holes Heartworm Heartworm The fever aches Grows with the tainted self The sweat flows And paints the inner hell Heart is sworn
And the worm, it licks Tongue like thorns Heart is sworn And the worm, it licks Tongue like thorns The spit burns holes The fever aches Grows with the tainted self The sweat flows And paints the inner hell Heart is sworn And the worm, it licks Tongue like thorns Heart is sworn And the worm, it licks Tongue like thorns The spit burns holes