Ghoul

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...

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...

I see towers of flame, and corpses too I see the doom, of me and you And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world. I see skies obscured, I see no light Dark freezing days, dark sleepless nights...

Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack, A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back, The creature who lives there personifies death, She'll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath, Wrapped up...

Alone in his castle the Ghoul Hunter toils, Devising a plan to destroy Feverishly working on a monstrous creation A man of mechanix to cause devastation Gears are adjusted for inhuman power Ten feet...

One night as I crept through the cemetery gates Seeking out the cause of the local mania I bespied a ghastly sight, which gave me quite a fright The legendary Ghouls of Creepsylvania They were moshing...

I'll take all the guts from a rotten old stiff and choose what I want with a taste or 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...

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 spetic bowels...

The sewer's a place where a Ghoul can relax, Comforts abound that the surface just lacks Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes, Barrels of goo; discarded wipes Crumbling corridors covered with...