kingdom’s underground disease of
necrophagia child of Ancient Gods.
My shape’s a living fear my eyes
reflecting horror my growl will
make you creep.
Let’s all gather under the
moonlight prepare our feast this
unholy night come my brothers
follow my signs this is the feast of ghouls.
I growl into your coffin licking my
lips for flesh the highest of
repulsions the sacrilege of death.
I’m the cremator from ashes I’ve
been born you’re destined for my
supper your corpse is my rebirth.
Lyric The Feast Of Ghouls – Necromantia