The Ghoul - Pentagram

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!