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