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As the cold nocturnal winds excretes from blackened autumn skies

He rises from his filthy coffin where he lies

A sickening lust for dead skin, twisted and depraved

With an ulcerated grin and a perversion for the grave

Amongst the murky trees in his own cemetery

He proceeds with his misdeeds where his daughter once was buried

He digs her up, fucks her bones, and licks the rot

Then throws her dead remains back in and slams the coffin shut

He's necromantic, a corpse fucking fanatic

A graveyard enigmatic aromatic and phlegmatic

Dug up graves, scattered bones, lukt av sonderknullat lik

In the lair of the horrifying anomalous creep

He's the graveyard ghoul, he's the lurker in the mist

Corpse defiling maniac, creeper in the rift

He disappears in the fog when the morning rays sweep

In the shadows of the gallows, in the lair of the creep