Graveyard  Mosh  -  Ghoul

Dead  things  are  what  we  adore,

  Gut  chomping  fiends  that  get  snockered  on  gore

  In  boneyards  we  prefer  to  dine

  A  baby,  our  dinner;  black  blood  is  our  wine

  Breaking  open  caskets  to  grab  a  bite  to  eat

  Ravenously  slobbering  on  mummified  meat

  The  maggots  in  your  skull  

  are  a  gustable  surprise,

  We'll  steal  the  silver  dollers

  from  your  desiccated  eyes

  Chorus-

  We  are  the  things  that  go  bump  in  the  night

  We  are  the  shamblers  that  scurry  from  sight

  We  are  bloodthirsty  and  graveyards  we  rule

  We'll  pick  your  bones  clean  because  we  are  Ghoul

  With  Hatchets  and  razors  we  aim  to  get  a  head

  Grinding  your  bones  to  make  our  bread

  Gold  teeth  and  jewelery  are  pilfered  with  glee

  Ghouls  are  what  we  are  and  will  forever  be

  Chorus-