The Feast Of Ghouls

My reign beneath the graveyard my

kingdom's underground disease of

necrophagia child of Ancient Gods.

My shape's a living fear my eyes

reflecting horror my growl will

make you creep.

[Let's all gather under the

moonlight prepare our feast this

unholy night come my brothers

follow my signs this is the feast of

ghouls.

I growl into your coffin licking my

lips for flesh the highest of

repulsions the sacrilege of death.

I'm the cremator from ashes I've

been born you're destined for my

supper your corpse is my rebirth.

I love to crunch your bones one by

one ripping you to shreds suck the

eyeballs of your socket feeling the

taste.

Your tender tongue is a special

piece rotten in your mouth your

entrails smell delightfully soon

will be mine.