| Deep in the catacombs, dripping with slime
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| Potions and slaves I concoct
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| A bottle of bile, skull cap of chyme
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| A bat wing wrapped up in a sock
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| Elixirs of gore boil over and flare
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| As human entrails roast
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| The stench of the dead permeates the air
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| All things considered, its really gross
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| Pots full of scum carried sloppily above
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| Splatters echo throughout the hallways
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| Poured from their vessels, they sink
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| Underground
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| Leaving steam and the stench of decay
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| Raising the dead, what backbreaking work
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| The night watchman didn’t quite get it
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| Cut off his head and broke the back of the jerk
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| He saw Ghoul and we made him regret it
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| Tomb after tomb
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| We creep through the graveyard
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| Preparing the dead for their razing
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| Softening the earth with micological mixtures
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| The results really are quite amazing
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| We came for the dead
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| And the dead we will take
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| No mercy for those in their coffins
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| With spades and pick-axes
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| We’ll plunder their crypts
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| Devouring early and often
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| Rising from the grave in the truest sense
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| Freed from their poisons of pine
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| Corpse resurrection to be used in confections
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| Their blood to be turned into wine
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| Baubles and trinkets we snarf out the tombs
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| To trade at the curio shop
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| Glass eyes are pried from gelatinous heads
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| And chucked in a bucket
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| With the rest of the slop
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| Back into the catacombs
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| Our nightly feast has come to a close
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| Clotting blood slowly drips from our mouths
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| As wafting stink creeps up my nose
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| Nightly excursions, grotesque perversions
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| Brewing their guts in a vat
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| As death haunts the living
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| We stalk the unbreathing
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| We’d like to let it be known that
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| WE CAME FOR THE DEAD !!! |