Dead things are what we adore

Gut chomping fiends that get snockered on gore

In boneyards we prefer to dine

A baby our dinner black blood is our wine

Breaking open caskets to grab a bite to eat

Ravenously slobbering on mummified meat

The maggots in your skull

Are a gustable surprise

We'll steal the silver dollers

From your desiccated eyes

We are the things that go bump in the night

We are the shamblers that scurry from sight

We are bloodthirsty and graveyards we rule

We'll pick your bones clean because we are Ghoul

With Hatchets and razors we aim to get a head

Grinding your bones to make our bread

Gold teeth and jewelery are pilfered with glee

Ghouls are what we are and will forever be