Entering the cemetary like a furtive hunter Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search.
Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying corpses Necrocannibalistic feast right before dawn.
Carrion is my delight Putrid reek I enjoy Devourer of the dead (x2)
Coagulated blood, I masticate Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave Red meat from the kness, of godly taste Rotting genitals, what I eat last.
Hacking up the rests to bring them home There shall be no remains left for the worms.