Under a midnight full moon, the aged boneyard molders... Headstones and vaults slumber in unsuspecting solitude Naught lurks about the necropolis but nocturnal vermin, 'til... With shovel and burlap sack, he appears - the Body Snatcher
Fiending for the foetid charnel fruit of fresh graves To traffic corpses for anatomists' coin is his tenebrous trade But some eldritch tomb, exercrably eerie, does he espy And utther Perversity urges him to explore the unnatural thing...
Your repulsive villainly repaid 'neath that Untimely Tomb You're destined to suffer a deliciously well-deserved doom Your pitiful carcass picked clean 'neath that Untimely Tomb And dawn will see you survive as but a gross splattering of grume.
The Resurrectionist rends open the tombs rusted door And a shocking stench of shuddersome carrion besets him Before him, steps spill down and undaunted he decends... A loathsome lot of skulls and bones litter the passage.
Below, he finds a crypt, candle-lighted and utterly creepy Seated there at a squalid table is a sickening, slavering sect: The ghastly graveyard-ghouls, Les Cultes Des Necrovores And he learns, all too late, that their supper is served...
Fiending for the foetid charnel fruit of fresh graves To traffic corpses for anatomists' coin is his tenebrous trade But some eldritch tomb, exercrably eerie, does he espy And utther Perversity urges him to explore the unnatural thing...
Your repulsive villainly repaid 'neath that Untimely Tomb You're destined to suffer a deliciously well-deserved doom Your pitiful carcass picked clean 'neath that Untimely Tomb And dawn will see you survive as but a gross splattering of grumeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
