bones encased in oblong boxes harvested for a feast, macabre organ meats hungrily devoured by a loathsome trio of freakish slobs arms and legs strewn from stem to stern an abattoire beneath the crypts heads are removed and bones defleshed while fermentor gets us totally ripped
we suck on the blood of the dead tomb after tomb eyesockets let the pus drain from your head tomb after tomb
a meathook finds its way into your neck pulled from the coffin, a stinking wreck just one more for the rotting flesh heap as Ghouls, what we sow we are happy to reap
boiled skulls float in horrid stews of bile the popping of plague filled blisters raises a smile
mangled parts fuse together in a sick making mess the stench of hundreds of years rises from the gurgling cess
distorted faces dripping with gore, in the eerie glow of torchlight,resemble humans no more
breathing the funk of the rotten tomb after tomb devouring the flesh of the forgotten tomb after tomb
we'll see that your bones are turned to pulp and your bodily fluids distilled and gulped your skull, now torch, will shed some light and allow us to shamble once more into the mist filled night
wrenching the stiffs from their resting place tomb after tomb introducing a hatchet to a worm-eaten face tomb after tomb after tomb