Necromantia 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. Chorus: 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.
