Maggotstorm

the moon always rises when you are on the run... you're hungry for flesh in decay armed with weapon armed with spade and hoe looking for a megalithic grave after dine with duke humphrey pay homage to the corpse an opulent meal lies ahead open the coffin rise to the bait the person of hereulean stature a storm of paguy maggots gets also very hungry now you are their living food! the moon always rises when you are on the run... you're hungry for flesh in decay