The moon always rises When you are on the run... You're hungry for flesh in decay Armed with weapon Armed with spade and hoe Looking for a megalithic grave After dine with duke humphrey Pay homage to the corpse An opulent meal lies ahead Open the coffin Rise to the bait The person of hereulean stature A storm of paguy maggots Gets also very hungry Now you are their living food! The moon always rises When you are on the run... You're hungry for flesh in decay