The buzzing sounds of the requiem - amplifies
Note for note, by maggot wings

The humming grows surrounding - transcending
This after [bad word] in question
By those intentions spiraling down the creator
between heaven and [bad word] 
Thousands of eyes
My child
Covered in flies

Thousands of eyes
My child
Covered in flies
Watch you
Thousands of eyes

The buzzing wind of maggot spawn
abreeze this soulless shell

Death infests you

The stirring swells amongst the trees
Flies will feed
Trickling mourners
rejoicing your funeral

Encore
Rejoice and eat up my winged children
Eat up
It's all yours
Feast and be merry
Breed upon this feast before you
Breed

Exploring tasted dead
Twitching hands laying eggs
Buzz of the orchestra to the conducting carcass
conducting the funeral feast

Rotting
You're dead
Rotting

Your dead!