| On the grave on the slab I was conceived by evil spirits,
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| When the full moon shone brightly over the grave,
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| The old crypt protected me from the sunlight,
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| I was born in a coffin, which means: your song is sung!
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| I was fed by the dead, I sucked yellow pus from a dead chest,
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| The lullaby for me was an evil animal howl,
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| And because of the howling, ears stretched out,
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| I became a terrible wretch, and fucked up besides.
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| My dad is a necrophile, my mom is ghouls ha
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| Not by the day, but by the hour, I grew up, growing up very famously,
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| I ate the dead, ate brains, guts and breasts,
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| But a special delicacy is you, living people!
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| Angry like a hundred dogs, human enemy,
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| Red-nosed pop-eyed, black ghoul_
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| At night, do not wander around the churchyards just like that -
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| You will be caught, torn apart and eaten by a night asshole -
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| Ghoul! |
| (Fuck!)
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| I tear open a fresh grave at night with my claws,
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| I break the coffin with my fist and eat the corpse like a crocodile,
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| I'm stuck, I'm enjoying the exhumed corpse,
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| I dig into the body of a corpse with my old sharp tooth.
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| Under the rotting meat, pus and curdled scabs,
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| Drooling pours from my mouth when I eat a corpse, |