| Song | As Your Casket Closes |
| Artist | GHOUL |
| Album | Splatterthrash |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |