Master of the Muck Lyrics


Dragging a gravediggers spade down a virgin page,

He unearths a world of dripping nightmares

Sharpening a pen with an old autopsy knife,

He unfolds the foetid secrets of human flesh

Boiling down spilt blood for a dubious ink,

He spreads the black shadows of Man's soul

He draws a ghoul's inspiration from open graves

And like Shelly's Doctor brings dead things to life...

He altars Horror into Ghastly art for the page...

In the House of Creepy, boogey Igor and Poe's black cat

And fascinatingly horrid Jennifer and her hideous face

Cain's dwelling whose doors open unto dread Mystery

Hulking moss-brute Holland and the baneful Arcane

In Billy's forbidden comic, five tales of E.C. terror

Slaughtered Reverend werewolf of sleepy Tarker Mills

The traveling wagon woeful troop of freaks

Master of the Muck...

Bernie Wrightson

A malevolent maven of the macabre

A morbid monger of the monstrous is he

Begetting madness and murder most black...