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A guttural groan that could wake up the dead

Ribcages rattled by bad vibes from my shovelhead

Somnambulant corpses, quaking with dread

At each displacement of dirt overturned by my shovelhead

Waylaid by the blade of the spade you are splayed

Engines unleashed, upon the deceased

Exhumed from the tomb, muffler fumes seal your doom

Grave-grime disturbed, coffins unearthed - dig?

Bursting out of the grave, by thе motor's song led

A legion of ghouls, disentombеd by my shovelhead

Thundering down the road, on a trail splattered red

Hide your head or you'll lose it, to the point of my shovelhead

Of my shovelhead