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!