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Graveyard Mosh / Ghoul
04:38
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Dead things are what we adore
Gut chomping fiends that get snockered on gore
In boneyards we prefer to dine
A baby, our dinner; black blood is our wine
Breaking open caskets to grab a bite to eat
Ravenously slobbering on mummified meat
The maggots in your skull are a gustable surprise
We'll steal the silver dollars from your dessicated eyes
We are the things that go bump in the night
We are the shamblers who scurry from sight
We are bloodthirsty and graveyards we rule
We'll pick your bones clean because we are Ghoul
With hatchets and razors we aim to get a head
Grinding your bones to make our bread
Gold teeth and jewelry are pilfered with glee
Ghouls are what we are and will forever be
We are the things that go bump in the night
We are the shamblers who scurry from sight
We are bloodthirsty and graveyards we rule
We'll pick your bones clean because we are Ghoul
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Rot Gut
02:00
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I'll take all the guts from a rotten old stiff
And choose what I want with a taste of a whiff
Pack them in jars and infuse them with yeast
To brew up a batch for the next midnight feast
My skill as a brewer has never been met
Severed head '87 is my best vintage yet
We drink till we're knackered on putrefied pus
A chaser of lymph really gives me a rush
Rot Gut
Despoiling the dead for a high
Rot Gut
A quart of blood for a quart of rye
Rot Gut
Brandy from bile makes a killer flambé
Rot Gut
A jigger of Rot Gut makes my day
My moonshine goes with any dish
And makes belches taste like rancid fish
Hot lung-buttered rum is my specialty du jour
And an excellent Rot Gut hangover cure
My cup runneth over
Bile gurgles down my throat
A beer bong of unraveled guts
Spills over with a suet-beer float
A carton of booze made from rancid secretions
Pubic hair garnish, the finishing touch
Vitreous vino we heartily glug
But we'd never use alcohol as a crutch
Rot Gut
Despoiling the dead for a high
Rot Gut
A quart of blood for a quart of rye
Rot Gut
Brandy from bile makes a killer flambé
Rot Gut
A jigger of Rot Gut makes my day
Rot Gut!
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Tomb After Tomb
04:32
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Bones encased in oblong boxes
Harvested for a feast macabre
Organ meats are hungrily devoured
By a loathsome trio of freakish slobs
Arms and legs strewn from stem to stern
An abattoir 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
Eye sockets let the pus drain from your head
Tomb after tomb
A meat hook 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 a 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
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We Came for the Dead!!!
02:33
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Deep in the catacombs, dripping with slime
Potions and salves I concoct
A bottle of bile, a skullcap of chyme
A bat wing wrapped up in a sock
Elixirs of gore boil over and flare
As human entrails roast
The stench of the dead permeates the air
All things considered, it's really gross
Pots full of scum carried sloppily above
Splatters echo throughout the hallways
Poured from their vessels, they sink underground
Leaving steam and the stench of decay
Raising the dead, what backbreaking work
The night watchman didn't quite get it
Cut off his head and broke the back of the jerk
He saw Ghoul and we made him regret it
Tomb after tomb we creep through the graveyard
Preparing the dead for their razing
Softening the earth with micological mixtures
The results are really quite amazing
We came for the dead and the dead we will take
No mercy for those in their coffins
With spades and pick axes we'll plunder their crypts
Devouring early and often
Rising from the grave in the truest sense
Freed from their prisons of pine
Corpse resurrection to be used in confection
Their blood to be turned into wine
Baubles and trinkets we snarf out of tombs
To trade at the Curio Shoppe
Glass eyes are pried from gelatinous heads
And chucked in a bucket with the rest of the slop
Back into the catacombs
Our nightly feast has come to a close
Clotting blood slowly drips from our mouths
As wafting stink creeps up my nose
Nightly excursions, grotesque perversions
Brewing their guts in a vat
As death haunts the living, we stalk the unbreathing
We'd like to let it be known that
WE CAME FOR THE DEAD!!!
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Soon, They'll Scream
03:39
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The entrance beckoned them within
A gaping graveyard irruption
They had no clue what horrors lie beyond the cobweb skein
Down slimy steps of living rock
They were enveloped by the dark
Their fates were sealed when they set foot in Ghoul's domain
Four cloudy eyes stare at them in the blackness
Following their every move
Cremator starts to drool when he sees their meaty limbs
"There's nothing like fresh food"
Clumsily they navigate the catacombs
Knocking over an open bag of lye
The big one trips on a skeleton
And Digestor rolls his eye
Our dwelling has been sullied
The stench may never go away
Two outsiders have drifted into Ghoul's world
And now they're going to pay
Soon they'll scream!!!
The walked right past the pit of spikes
The trapdoor didn't even budge
A trip-wire leading to a bucket of acid
Was avoided by the duo, but not by us
Our guillotine trap must have rusted over time
The blade never cleaved them in twain
Fermentor flipped the switch just to see what went wrong
And lost three fingers, shrieking in pain
Creeping through the fungoid tunnels
We tried to head them off at the pass
But as soon as we came to our practice room
We got the overwhelming urge to thrash
Drawn by the dulcet tones
In the doorway the intruders appeared
The moshing began and went on through the night
Between slugging down jugs of blood beer
Thrashing and smashing, we rattled the tombs
An all out bone-crushing metal display
The head banging team was impressed and they told us
"You make metal the Razorback way"
A contract signed in blood by Fermentor
Cremator was also duped it seems
If I ever see that thieving pair of scumbags
Mark my words, I'm going to make them scream
Soon they'll scream!!!
Our trio goes about its work
Creating mayhem in the caves and above
Fiendish plans for revenge are concocted
Mutilation and terror undreamed of
Four eyes stare in the blackness
A Gore Boar the focus of our bile
The next interloper in our lair
Will be ripped limb from limb with a hideous smile
Poison pen letters sent in weekly installments
Always coming back "Return to Sender"
No matter how crafty they are we will get them
We will haunt them and stalk them forever
Forever!!!
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From Death to Dust
05:34
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Coffins and Curios
02:55
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Let me introduce you to a very special fiend
A twisted hunchback with stringy white hair
Peddler of curios and Ghoul benefactor
At a dusty little place down the road from our lair
His name is of no concern
But his wares are of particular interest
He sells the most peculiar oddities
It's a wonder that his store stays in business
"Welcome to my shop, my little home away from home
Take a look around if you dare
I have trinkets to amuse, artifacts to peruse
Curiosities to horrify and scare
Horned human skulls, cursed Ægyptian scrolls
A puzzle box that causes lamentation
A cursed monkey's paw and a crucifix that bleeds
Part and parcel of my curious vocation"
Cobweb veils stretch across the room
And obscure a switch carved from a bone
A pull of the lever and the floor opens up
Revealing the ostium that leads to our home
Creepsylvania is honeycombed with tunnels
And the graveyard is where they all go
From our bone-riddled dungeon of horror
To a shop specializing in creepy curios
"Welcome to my shop, my little home away from home
Take a look around if you dare
I have trinkets to amuse, artifacts to peruse
Curiosities to horrify and scare
Horned human skulls, cursed Ægyptian scrolls
A puzzle box that causes lamentation
A cursed monkey's paw and a crucifix that bleeds
Part and parcel of my curious vocation"
Coffins, coffins, coffins
Coffins and Curios
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Suspicious Chunks
03:33
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A hatchet is employed to chop and dice
Cleaving meat from bone with a sickening slice
Butchered and bagged with expert skill
So the neighborhood bums can get their fill
Curdled fat and septic bowels
Are filler for our graveyard chow
Our prices are dirt cheap, for premium cuts of meat
And you're in denial about just what it is that you eat
Human limbs, in a grinder shoved
Extruding manburger, a cut above
Reeking torsos hang on hooks
Too rotten to sell, they're kept for looks
The spoils of the night before
Are set to dry upon a rack
The cheese that forms in rotting fat
We spread on crackers for midnight snacks
The feet of stillborn babies
Are poached in boiling chyme
A shot of formaldehyde on the rock
Does the trick every time
Our slaughterhouse is bathed in blood
Steaming organs slowly bake
Eviscerated bodies swing
Exposed vertebrae break
Ribs are spiced and barbecued
Sent to market in crispy hunks
The townsfolk are none the wiser
As they dine on suspicious chunks
Our botulism soup caused quite a scare
And the tainted mince pies may have been a little rare
But all in all our meat is of the highest quality
We get it from the rich part of the cemetery
Purple brains adorn their plates
Our ghoulish goulash sure tastes great
Bladders filled with bootleg gin
Pickled tongues in rusty tins
And if they have no taste for those
Eyeballs stuffed with pimentos
Into our meats each penny sunk
These fools devour suspicious chunks
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