On endless nights my need to roam
 [bad word] to desecrate your bones
 As maggots crawl amongst your flesh
 You're soon to meet the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 ghoul I shall forever be

 But I must sleep before the dawn
 And then my work will carry on
 Once [bad word] to grips with me
 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!