Scourged Ghoul Undead

Little white coffin lowered into the ground
 Parents screaming, desperate, profound
 The clock struck twelve and the family went home
 Little did they know what horrors were about to come
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 Days of sorrow passed by
 Tears outweighing stone feeling all alone
 Their beloved son, now cold, bound underground
 There is no day without grief
 Death, you remorseless thief!
 Bring back our son!
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 Countless thoughts and prayers
 Only met by more nightmares!
 All defied in denial of death
 He comes back in their dreams at night
 To wake them, reminding that he died
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 Black cats scratching at the white memorial plaque
 Their howling increasingly echoes forth and back
 Coffin, flies dig in and worms voraciously devour
 A crack of lightning striking into the chapel's tower
 Thumping, throbbing, pounding, sounding from inside
 That which should be dead slipped away this very night
 In disarray and ruin his little grave was found
 As if he crept out of a blanket made of burial ground
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 It was an unreal sight
 How the boy walked back home that night
 Risen from a sepulchral abyss
 Dragging forth in rigor mortis
 Mother kneeled in disbelief
 For she could not conceive
 The return of her son
 Her grief undone
 Her nightmare had just begun
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 Liquid brains oozing from his nose
 Hatching vermin worming through his head
 Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
 Scourged ghoul, undead!
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 Scourged ghoul, undead!
 Scourged ghoul, undead!
 It was a sickening scene
 Mother uttered one more scream
 She thirstily bitten in the neck
 Her blood absorbed in rotten crud
 Tears bathed her eyes in utter grief
 Her heart collapsed in disbelief
 
 From the womb to the tomb and back again
 Once a son of light now a creature in the night
 Grunting, moaning, groaning and gnawing off her face
 Eaten alive under dear son's embrace
 Liquid brains oozing from his nose
 Hatching vermin worming through his head
 Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
 Scourged ghoul, undead!
 Liquid brains oozing from his nose
 Hatching vermin worming through his head
 Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
 The return of the dead