As your casket closes listen to the living weep 

Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep 

You think they cry for you; that they came to pay respects? 

The living only weep because they know that they are next 



Sobbing in their mourning clothes, a most impressive act 

Rosaries and prayer to keep their fantasies intact 

The parson mumbles fairy tales of heaven and of hell 

But six feet down in potter’s earth is where you’ll really dwell 



Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead 

As your casket closes 

The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread 



As your casket’s covered feel the cruel hand of time 

Ectoplasmic tendrils, enveloping in slime 

Apparitions wail from the mould infested crypts 

Skin begins to peel, turn to gelatin, and drip 



Twisting roots imprison you, your coffin starts to rot 

Bound to this dimension, though the chains you can see not 

Timeless creeping horror, a nightmare with no end 

The snails in your skull are your only earthly friends 



Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead 

As your casket closes 

The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread 



You feel your eyeballs melting as you start to decompose 

They burst inside the sockets and come running out your nose 

Sacs of pus erupt in places better left unmentioned 

Bloated bowels surrendering all powers of retention 

Drooling fat congeals into pudding in your crypt 

Beetles nest in ear canals and munch on waxy drips 

Maggots feed on viscera, a swirling toxic stew 

There’s no one here to blame it on, that odor came from you 



As your casket opens you see four hooded freaks 

Laughter in the moonlight, horrifying shrieks 

Two hundred years you’ve been rotting in this grave 

And now you will awaken to become a willing slave 



Injecting numbskull, your brain begins to boil 

Your body quivers in the funeral soil 

Replacing spinal fluid, sucking at our drool 

Your afterlife is over, welcome to your life with Ghoul!!! 

As your casket closes