The moon always rises
When you are on the run
You're hungry for flesh in decay

Armed with weapon
Armed with spade and hoe
Looking for a megalithic grave

After dine with duke humphrey
Pay homage to the corpse
An opulent meal lies ahead

Open the coffin
Rise to the bait
The person of hereulean stature

A storm of paguy maggots
Gets also very hungry
Now you are their living food!

The moon always rises
When you are on the run
You're hungry for flesh in decay