On endless nights, my need to roam I've come to desecrate your bones As maggots crawl amongst your flesh You're soon to meet the truth of death
My wants are few to reach my quest You're bound to feel my cold request Now my dear you soon shall see The dying living truth of me
Cause I'm not living You soon will be giving So I can die on
From far away and from the near My finest clients buried here For once, you've shared your death with me A ghoul I shall forever be
But I must sleep before the dawn And then my work will carry on Once you've come to grips with me A ghoul I know you'll always be
Cause I'm not living no You'll soon be giving So I can die on Chosen one Cause I'm not the living you soon will be giving So I can die on, yeah! Aaah, chosen one!
