Song | As Your Casket Closes |
Artist | GHOUL |
Album | Splatterthrash |
As your casket closes listen to the living weep | |
Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep | |
You think they cry for you; that they came to pay respects? | |
The living only weep because they know that they are next | |
Sobbing in their mourning clothes, a most impressive act | |
Rosaries and prayer to keep their fantasies intact | |
The parson mumbles fairy tales of heaven and of hell | |
But six feet down in potter’s earth is where you’ll really dwell | |
Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead | |
As your casket closes | |
The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread | |
As your casket’s covered feel the cruel hand of time | |
Ectoplasmic tendrils, enveloping in slime | |
Apparitions wail from the mould infested crypts | |
Skin begins to peel, turn to gelatin, and drip | |
Twisting roots imprison you, your coffin starts to rot | |
Bound to this dimension, though the chains you can see not | |
Timeless creeping horror, a nightmare with no end | |
The snails in your skull are your only earthly friends | |
Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead | |
As your casket closes | |
The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread | |
You feel your eyeballs melting as you start to decompose | |
They burst inside the sockets and come running out your nose | |
Sacs of pus erupt in places better left unmentioned | |
Bloated bowels surrendering all powers of retention | |
Drooling fat congeals into pudding in your crypt | |
Beetles nest in ear canals and munch on waxy drips | |
Maggots feed on viscera, a swirling toxic stew | |
There’s no one here to blame it on, that odor came from you | |
As your casket opens you see four hooded freaks | |
Laughter in the moonlight, horrifying shrieks | |
Two hundred years you’ve been rotting in this grave | |
And now you will awaken to become a willing slave | |
Injecting numbskull, your brain begins to boil | |
Your body quivers in the funeral soil | |
Replacing spinal fluid, sucking at our drool | |
Your afterlife is over, welcome to your life with | |
Ghoul!!! As your casket closes |
As your casket closes listen to the living weep | |
Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep | |
You think they cry for you that they came to pay respects? | |
The living only weep because they know that they are next | |
Sobbing in their mourning clothes, a most impressive act | |
Rosaries and prayer to keep their fantasies intact | |
The parson mumbles fairy tales of heaven and of hell | |
But six feet down in potter' s earth is where you' ll really dwell | |
Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead | |
As your casket closes | |
The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread | |
As your casket' s covered feel the cruel hand of time | |
Ectoplasmic tendrils, enveloping in slime | |
Apparitions wail from the mould infested crypts | |
Skin begins to peel, turn to gelatin, and drip | |
Twisting roots imprison you, your coffin starts to rot | |
Bound to this dimension, though the chains you can see not | |
Timeless creeping horror, a nightmare with no end | |
The snails in your skull are your only earthly friends | |
Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead | |
As your casket closes | |
The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread | |
You feel your eyeballs melting as you start to decompose | |
They burst inside the sockets and come running out your nose | |
Sacs of pus erupt in places better left unmentioned | |
Bloated bowels surrendering all powers of retention | |
Drooling fat congeals into pudding in your crypt | |
Beetles nest in ear canals and munch on waxy drips | |
Maggots feed on viscera, a swirling toxic stew | |
There' s no one here to blame it on, that odor came from you | |
As your casket opens you see four hooded freaks | |
Laughter in the moonlight, horrifying shrieks | |
Two hundred years you' ve been rotting in this grave | |
And now you will awaken to become a willing slave | |
Injecting numbskull, your brain begins to boil | |
Your body quivers in the funeral soil | |
Replacing spinal fluid, sucking at our drool | |
Your afterlife is over, welcome to your life with | |
Ghoul!!! As your casket closes |