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Inside a mausoleum, somebody
Severed and covered for gluttony
Opening the casket, disgusting horror inside
Feasting on the kid, necrophore's ride
Breath of gutter, stench of foul
For his pleasure, the disembowel
Tapping the black blood, dripping iron wine
Can't you feel your purpose, human swine?
Devouring the innards, feast on rotting soul
Sinking hope for eating, feeding on the ghoul
Exquisitely ritual, necrophacy
Bodies numbered, cadaverie
Bloody limbs are scattered, smelling vile
Dead parts torn asunder and necrophobes smile
Devouring the innards, feast on rotting soul
Sinking hope for eating, feeding on the ghoul
Eating from a coffin
Eating from a grave
Eating from a coffin
Eating from a grave
Rancid decay pouring out from the sockets
Vacid display, clicking fingers into red pockets
Molestation frenzy, bequeathing the skeletal remains
Rabid faces fury, spewing on his lost brains
Coffin's day return, sinking hope is signed
He's a subject to the coffin for the miles
Fed on all the ghouls and the crumbs
Consumed is the corpse, burnt are the bones
Devouring the innards, feast on rotting soul
Sinking hope for eating, feeding on the ghoul
Eating from a coffin
Eating from a grave
Eating from a coffin
Eating from a grave
