---

Amidst the moonlit night

A pack of ghouls crawls from their tombs

Defiled creatures cursed by the burning light

Haunting graves, looking to exhume

To serve the feast

With flesh and bones of the deceased

Rotten innards, rancid death

Concoctions made of blood and slime

Gastric juice and bone marrow

Feast of the fiends, of the undead

Once the horde has stilled the hunger

No cadavers, no remains left to rest

Just excrements – shit and piss

The stench of decay

Empty caskets, ravaged carcasses

Feast of famine, driven by instinct

Rotten tombs bare the mouldered corpses

Angry townsmen left in scorn

When the sun rises again

The hounds are off to the next graveyard

Monsters of disgust, fed by carrion

Hidden in the saving darkness