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We Came for the Dead​!​!​!

by Ghoul

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1.
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
2.
Rot Gut 02:00
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!
3.
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
4.
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!!!
5.
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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7.
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
8.
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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"Mosh that numbskull that doesn't mosh!" B. Spungbein, '01

The debut album of the hooded menace known as Ghoul!

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released April 1, 2001

All songs Digested, Fermented, Dissected, and Cremated by Ghoul
except "The Skull Beneath the Skin" by Megadeth

Engineered and mixed by Andrew Labarre at Soundwave Studios, 2001
Mastered by Dan Randall at Mammothsound Mastering, 2008

Cover art by Jason Karnes

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