We Came for the Dead - Ghoul

Deep in the catacombs, dripping with slime

Potions and slaves I concoct

A bottle of bile, skull cap 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, its 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 really are 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 poisons of pine

Corpse resurrection to be used in confections

Their blood to be turned into wine

Baubles and trinkets we snarf out the tombs

To trade at the curio shop

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 !!!