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A rancid whiff precedes me, and lingers after I leave

I stalk the tombs each night, searching for new graves to reave

The tomb my putrid larder, a corpse my rancid meal

I feed upon their flesh, no soul remains to steal

Gravewalker - piss on your grave

Gravewalker - caskets I crave

Gravewalker - bones, flesh and dust

Gravewalker - unholy lust

Grinding bones for meal, gnashing flesh for grist

Sepulcher unearths its bounty, my mandible starts to twitch

Ingest all that is rotten, beneath the stones at night

The fruits of my dark passion, are quite a gruesome sight

Gravewalker - shit on your grave

Gravewalker - caskets I crave

Gravewalker - bones, flesh and dust

Gravewalker - unholy lust

Stomach burst, the smell is worse

Eyes sunk in, mottled skin

Graves upturned, bowels churned

Entrails spewed, vomit spewed

Disgorge the dead, spatter red

Shreds picked, tombstones kicked

Disembalm, disembowel

Charnel home, broken bones

Lead - Bud

Lead - Matt