| He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
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| When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave
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| The smell of rotten flesh excites his insane mind
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| The stench of decay fills the fiery air
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| Dawn of the cadaver ghoul
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| Only the dead satisfy his soul
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| He likes the sight of all those broken bodies
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| Decapitated corpses are lying all around
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| What’s disgusting to us, he finds of beauty
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| The absolute horror is represented through him
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| Dawn of the cadaver ghoul
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| Wicked, awful creature just waiting for you
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| The wars fought by mankind supply his eerie needs
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| He’s the king of predators, the instinct of evil
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| The legend passed on by the children that he went insane
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| The perfect mirror for the wrong that is done in this world
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| No one sees the demon when his work is complete
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| Is he just a ghost of all wild stories that are told?
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| Or will he come back when more blood is shed?
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| And will the fear never ever go away from here?
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| He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
|
| When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave
|
| The smell of rotten flesh excites his insane mind
|
| The stench of decay fills the fiery air
|
| Dawn of the cadaver ghoul
|
| Only the dead satisfy his soul |