Feel the pain, the frost of the cold Bodies rotting, decayed and old They try to rest in a cold black Earth Their final place destined from birth Ritual spells Flow over the yard Bodies start to life Disgusting what a smell From the book You'll have to tell us The right words to join this hell Open the grave and see it's real I'm rotting can't you hear what I feel Open the grave and you'll discover It's not a spirit, but your lover Join us whenever in the sand below Left I'd rot in a six foot hole Smell the stench of an open head I don't think you'll be better off dead Ritual spells Flow over the yard Bodies start to life Disgusting what a smell From the book You'll have to tell us The right words to join this hell Open the grave and see it's real I'm rotting can't you hear what I feel Open the grave and you'll discover It's not a spirit, but your lover Join us whenever in the sand below Left I'd rot in a six foot hole Smell the stench of an open head I don't think you'll be better off dead Open the grave and see it's real I'm rotting can't you hear what I feel Open the grave and you'll discover It's not a spirit, but your lover Join us whenever in the sand below Left I'd rot in a six foot hole Smell the stench of an open head I don't think you'll be better off dead The fog appears Clock strikes twelve Blood turns black You can better kill yourself From the book You must know the spell You know the spell The right words To join this hell