GHOUL LYRICS

1. Graveyard Mosh / 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
Ravenously slobbering on mummified meat
The maggots in your skull
are a gustable surprise,
We'll steal the silver dollers
from your desiccated eyes

We are the things that go bump in the night
We are the shamblers that 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 jewelery are pilfered with glee
Ghouls are what we are and will forever be

2. Rot Gut

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 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 flambe
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

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 flambe'
Rot Gut
a jigger of rot gut makes my day

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
public hair garnish, the finishing touch
vittreous vino, we heartily glug
but we'd never use alcohol as a crutch

ROT GUT !!!!!

3. Tomb After Tomb

bones encased in oblong boxes
harvested for a feast, macabre
organ meats 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 fermenter 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 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. We Came For The Dead

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 !!!!

5. Soon, They'll Scream

the entrance beckoned them within
a gaping graveyard irruption
they had no clue what horrors lied
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
theres nothing like fresh food
clumsily they navigate the catacombs
knocking over an open bag 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!!!

they walked right past the pit of spikes
the trap door didn't even budge
a tripwire 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
Fermenter 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 Fermenter
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 undreamt 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!!!!

6. From Death To Dust

chimneys choked with soot
belching flame from the furnace erupts
a funeral pyre for the newly deceased
the long dead and the freshly defunct
a human candle with a guttering flame
melting fat in the hypocaust
your time has run short, your spark is now dim
ashes, to the frigid winds, are lost

sizzling skin is burnt to char
corpses broiled to blackened tar
incandescent skulls explode
carbonized in our sweltering forge
body parts reduced to vapor
causing gases to disgorge
post-burial cremation
the foulest stiffs we digest
a service rendered out of necessity
we take what we want and burn the rest

embers scorch the putrid mire
your epitaph is written in fire

eyeballs protrude and pop one by one
as limbs are fused and smelted ichor runs
the remnants of the graveyard we ignite
cadaverous kindling Cremator sets alight

Burn!!!

scraping the grate of encrusted slag
molten entrails and adipocere
cauterization, so complete
crumbling flesh and boiling tears
inflammable gore is consigned to the flames
simmering blood is scorched to coke
hammers pulverise bones and teeth
as cremains fill the air with smoke

arsonists from the dawn to dusk
transforming you from death to dust

eyeballs protrude and pop one by one
as limbs are fused and smelted ichor runs
the remnants of the graveyard we ignite
cadaverous kindling Cremator sets alight

7. Coffins And Curios

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
its 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 Egyptian scrolls
a puzzle box that causes lamentation
a cursed monkeys paw
and a crucifix that bleeds
part and parcel of my curious vocation

cobweb veils stretch across the room
and obscure 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 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 Egyptian scrolls
a puzzle box that causes lamentation
a cursed monkeys paw
and a crucifix that bleeds
part and parcel of my curious vocation

Coffins,
Coffins,
Coffins,
Coffins and Curios

8. Suspicious Chunks

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
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 rocks
does the trick everytime

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 cripsy 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 bootlegged 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

9. Skull Beneath The Skin

Mean and infectious
The evil prophets rise
Dance of the macabre
As witches streak the sky
Decadent worship
Of black magic and sorcery
In the womb of the devil's dungeon
Trapped without a plea

See thing in agony
Necrosis is the fate
Pins sticking through the skin
The venom now sedates
Locked in a pillory
Nowhere to be found
Screaming for your life
But no one hears a sound

Help me!

Prepare the patient's scalp
To peel away
Metal caps his ears
He'll hear not what we say
Solid steel visor
Riveted 'cross his eyes
Iron staples close his jaws
So no one hears his cries

The skull beneath the skin

The skull beneath the skin
Now you're drawn and quartered
Your bones will make the X
Symbol stands for poison
And it's chained to your head
As we fold your arms
To make the holy cross
We cross the crucifix
Religion has been lost

The skull beneath this skin
The skull beneath this skin

The skull beneath this skin







GHOUL LYRICS