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Midnight in the Six Mile comes a figure of a mighty glow

Limping in the lamp light, in the moonlight

With an eerie moan

Dig, nails of blood

Through the earth, through the mud

Bonelicker

Feaster of what festers,

Comes the chewer of the dead man's bones

Cackling ghoul of Antrim in the graveyard

Of the dead man's stones

Dig, nails of blood

Through the earth, through the mud

Bonelicker

Fingers peel the corpses

Lick the marrow of the buried dead

Even on the living, he'll be licking until he's fed

Dig, nails of blood

Through the earth, through the mud

Bonelicker

(Eater of the Dead)

Dig, nails of blood

Through the earth, through the mud

Bonelicker