
"Maggot Hatchery," from Ghoul's album, Maniaxe (2003) Death/Thrash/Grindcore Lyrics: Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack, A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back, The creature who lives there personifies death, She'll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath, Wrapped up in rags and a tattered old hood, She walks with a cane made of twisted black wood, A feared necromancer and caster of curses, She really enjoys putting people in hearses. Blessed with a face that can drive men insane, A body by joke and a sinister brain, Her feet can peel wallpaper when they're exposed, Gangrene and fungus infesting her toes, She spends all her evenings creating disease, Conjuring larvae and maggots to please, Enormous pupae she constantly breeds, On disinterred bodies they suckle and feed A larval sack she did dismiss It crawled into a drainage ditch Once underground it carried on, No one noticed that it was gone. Down in the sewer this maggot had fun, Eating the rats was it's job number one, It terrorized rodents and left them in tatters, The flesh of the beasts made it all the more fatter, Bones it did crunch and then cartilege munched The slimy invertebrate sloppily lunched, It's tubular mass through the sewers did squirm, A limb-ripping, flesh-tearing, many-toothed worm With palpitating skin in gelatinous mounds, It made it's way through Creepsylvania's grounds Seeking the filth by which it was sustained, The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well trained Finding a coffin <b>...</b>
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