Tomb After Tomb

bones encased in oblong boxes

harvested for a feast, macabre

organ meats hungrily devoured

by a loathsome trio of freakish slobs

arms and legs strewn from stem to stern

an abattoir beneath the crypts

heads are removed and bones defleshed

while fermenter gets us totally ripped

we suck on the blood of the dead

tomb after tomb

eye sockets let the pus drain from your head

tomb after tomb

a meat hook finds its way into your neck

pulled from the coffin, a stinking wreck

just one more for the rotting flesh heap

as Ghouls, what we sow we are happy to reap

boiled skulls float in horrid stews of bile

the popping of plague filled blisters

raises a smile

mangled parts fuse together

in a sick making mess

the stench of hundreds of years rises from

the gurgling cess

distorted faces dripping with gore,

in the eerie glow of torchlight,resemble

humans no more

breathing the funk of the rotten

tomb after tomb

devouring the flesh of the forgotten

tomb after tomb

we'll see that your bones are turned to pulp

and your bodily fluids distilled and gulped

your skull, now torch, will shed some light

and allow us to shamble once more into the

mist filled night

wrenching the stiffs from their resting place

tomb after tomb

introducing a hatchet to a worm-eaten face

tomb after tomb after tomb