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As the cold nocturnal winds

Excretes from blackened autumn skies

He rises from his filthy fucking 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 was once buried

He digs her up and fucks her bones

Licks the rot

Then throws the dead remains back in

And slams the coffin lid shut

He's necro-manic

A corpsefucking fanatic

A graveyard enigmatic

Aromatic and phlegmatic

Dug up graves and scattered bones

Lukt av sönderknullat lik

In the lair of the horrifying

Anomalous creep

He's the graveyard ghoul

He's the lurker in the mist

A corpsemolesting maniac

Creeper in the rift

He disappears in the fog

When the morning rays they sweep

In the shadows of the gallows

In the lair of the creep