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In the fright night he comes to your mind
He is searching for something that he find
With you
He’s a man, he’s a monster, is a Ghoul
He is a Ghoul
Ghoul

He’s a corpse-eater but you’re not dead
And if he doesn’t find a dead body he eats a rat
But he wants you
He’s a man, he’s a monster, is a Ghoul
He is a Ghoul
Ghoul

As you’re still alive he comes at night
And when you see his grimace you’re afraid
And he kills you
He’s a man, he’s a monster, is a Ghoul
He is a Ghoul
Ghoul

And when you’re dead he is drinking your red blood
Eats your flesh, sucks your eyes, lick your sweat - but
He has not enough yet
He’s a man, he’s a monster, is a Ghoul
He is a Ghoul
Ghoul
Ghoul