Carach Angren - Scourged Ghoul Undead

Little white coffin lowered into the ground
Parents screaming, desperate, profound
The clock struck twelve and the family went home
Little did they know what horrors were about to come

Days of sorrow passed by
Tears outweighing stone
Feeling all alone
Their beloved son, now cold - bound underground
There is no day without grief
Death! You remorseless thief!
Bring back our son!

Countless thoughts and prayers
Only met by more nightmares!
All defied in denial of Death
He comes back in their dreams at night
To wake them, reminding that he died

Black cats scratching at the white memorial plaque
Their howling increasingly echoes forth and back
Coffin-flies dig in and worms voraciously devour
A crack of lightning striking into the chapel's tower

Thumping, throbbing, pounding, sounding from inside
That which should be dead slipped away this very night
In disarray and ruin his little grave was found
As if he crept out of a blanket made of burial ground

It was an unreal sight
How the boy walked back home that night
Risen from a sepulchral abyss
Dragging forth in rigor mortis
Mother kneeled in disbelief
For she could not conceive
The return of her son
Her grief undone
Her nightmare had just begun

Liquid brains oozing from his nose
Hatching vermin worming through his head
Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
Scourged ghoul, undead!

Scourged ghoul, undead!
Scourged ghoul, undead!

It was a sickening scene
Mother uttered one more scream
She was thirstily bitten in the neck
Her blood absorbed in rotten crud
Tears bathed her eyes in utter grief
Her heart collapsed in disbelief

From the womb to the tomb and back again
Once a son of light now a creature in the night
Grunting, moaning, groaning and gnawing off her face
Eaten alive in her dear son’s embrace

Liquid brains oozing from his nose
Hatching vermin worming through his head
Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
Scourged ghoul, undead!

Liquid brains oozing from his nose
Hatching vermin worming through his head
Draped in filthy graveyard clothes
The return of the dead