I walk along the dark path on a cold autumn night
Sand rustles under my shoes, for weeks I have not had a one single bite
In front of me a cemetery shines, and bats above it glide
My heart is racing, will there still be enough corpses to dine?
From beyond the grave – the corpses are calling out for me, I have to go digging
From beyond the grave - the corpses are calling out for me, I have to get a taste of human meat
In a mist the graveyard lies, someone made it to a big rise
Now the mind starts to go blank, should I go back home for a wank?
There is no sounds in the air, but now an iron gate clanks
Oh fuck I got scared, and shit starts to ooze down my pants
I feel like having some human flesh, and I'm looking for a suitable grave
There is nothing to dig open the ground, but luckily a crowbar I found.