Chasing the ghost of the grave digger
Corpses writhe within the walls
But something even more macabre
Lurks in these dark halls
The living dead call this place home
They flourish in these catacombs
But there is something here with us
That to no place belongs
El Puerco
Standing, staring, screaming, glaring
Before me, twisted
A pained howl not of this world
Dull pink flesh with tusks curled
An aberration, a mistake
A nightmare from which I won't wake
It does not approach, but I cannot run
Once eyes are laid upon it, it has won
The living dead call this place home
They flourish in these catacombs
I join their ranks, I go insane
In the depths with that thing, I belong
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Chasing the ghost of the grave digger
Corpses writhe within the walls
But something even more macabre
Lurks in these dark halls
The living dead call this place home
They flourish in these catacombs
But there is something here with us
That to no place belongs
El Puerco
Standing, staring, screaming, glaring
Before me, twisted
A pained howl not of this world
Dull pink flesh with tusks curled
An aberration, a mistake
A nightmare from which I won't wake
It does not approach, but I cannot run
Once eyes are laid upon it, it has won
The living dead call this place home
They flourish in these catacombs
I join their ranks, I go insane
In the depths with that thing, I belong
Corpses writhe within the walls
But something even more macabre
Lurks in these dark halls
The living dead call this place home
They flourish in these catacombs
But there is something here with us
That to no place belongs
El Puerco
Standing, staring, screaming, glaring
Before me, twisted
A pained howl not of this world
Dull pink flesh with tusks curled
An aberration, a mistake
A nightmare from which I won't wake
It does not approach, but I cannot run
Once eyes are laid upon it, it has won
The living dead call this place home
They flourish in these catacombs
I join their ranks, I go insane
In the depths with that thing, I belong
Writer: John Nelson
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