Carach Angren - Scourged Ghoul Undead

Lyrics to Scourged Ghoul Undead by Carach Angren

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