The Conqueror Worm - General Lee

…but see, amid the mimic rout,

a crawling shape intrude!

a blood-red thing that writhes from out

the scenic solitude!

It writhes with mortal pangs

the mimes become / become its food,

and seraphs sob / at vermin fangs

In human gore imbued.

turn off the bright lights

turn off the bright lights

turn off the bright lights

It comes

a crawling shape intrude!

a blood-red thing that writhes from out

a blood-red thing that writhes from out

out comes the worm — the conqueror worm

he wishes he’d be the king

ruling the streets all alone

out comes the worm — the conqueror worm