In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and black fog eats the stones dead scream back... [Verse 1 – Blasting beats, guttural growls] Midnight cloaks the Necropolis, Victorian tombs agape Shovels bite the worm-soaked clay, desecrating final rest Crows laugh from iron gates, gargoyles weep black tears We are the body snatchers, kings of the charnel fear Fingers claw through splintered oak, coffin lids crack like bone A bloated corpse in Sunday suit, maggots throne his eyes Lime-burned flesh sloughs off in sheets, pus rains on our hands Rigor mortis grips the limbs – we hack them where they stand [Pre-Chorus – Half-time, sinister chugging] No mercy for the silent, no peace beneath the sod The surgeon's coin is crimson, we trade in meat of God [Chorus – Massive, anthemic death metal roar] GRAVE ROBBERS! VICTORIAN GHOULS! Ripping corpses from the cold earth’s womb! FLESH FOR SCIENCE! BODIES FOR GOLD! Feasting on the rot in London’s mold! DECAY! DEFILE! DISMEMBER THE DEAD! Victorian butchers painting graves blood red! [Verse 2 – Faster, technical riffing] Fog curls like funeral lace round Highgate’s twisted yews A fresh-dug widow’s grave still warm, her husband barely blue We yank the rigor-stiffened arms, joints pop like wet gunshots Intestines spill in steaming loops, a banquet for the rot Rats gnaw the velvet lining, silk hat crushed under boot Liver slick with graveyard slime, we bag the choicest fruit A child’s tiny skeleton, ribs like fragile ivory bars Snapped for the anatomist’s scalpel and his thirst for hidden scars [Chorus – Even heavier] GRAVE ROBBERS! VICTORIAN GHOULS! Ripping corpses from the cold earth’s womb! FLESH FOR SCIENCE! BODIES FOR GOLD! Feasting on the rot in London’s mold! DECAY! DEFILE! DISMEMBER THE DEAD! Victorian butchers painting graves blood red! [Bridge][Breakdown – Slow, crushing] spoken-screamed over sludge) In the mortuary glare of gaslight’s sickly glow… We sell your grandmother’s uterus for thirty silver coins… Her skull cracked open for phrenology’s lies… While the bells of Christ Church toll… for the living… and the flies… [Screamed] BURY THEM SHALLOW! DIG THEM DEEP! THE DEAD HAVE NO RIGHTS THAT THE SCALPEL CAN’T KEEP! [Final Chorus – Chaotic, double-time blast with gang shouts] GRAVE ROBBERS! ETERNAL GHOULS! Victorian nightmares rising from the pools! FLESH FOR SCIENCE! SOULS FOR HELL! We drag the dead from paradise and sell… SELL… SELL… The rotting Victorian hell! [Outro – Fading tremolo picking into feedback and shovel sounds] The earth coughs up its secrets… And we… are never full. (Final growled whisper) Rest in pieces… forever torn.
