Putrid Urinal - The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham

Rose from the grave
Maggots crawling on his face
Tattered funeral attire
Fixated on his one desire
A daughter's betrayal
Her soul he will slowly slay
The bitch is dead
Bedelia will never rest

Oh it's The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham
From the soil he has arised
Oh it's The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham

Into the foggy night
Searching for the lost one
An open grave before him
He sinks to the bottom
Corpse parts the mist
Another rolls onto him Tombstone rumbles forward
Crushed by fucking tombstone
Yeah

Oh it's The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham
From the soil he has arised
Oh it's The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham

Decay marks the hall
All light is extinguished
He stalks the abode
A craving for baked goods
Strangulation of the chef
Twisting off of heads
They scream with aghast
He got his cake

Oh it's The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham
From the soil he has arised
Oh it's The Ballad Of Nathan Grantham

Yeah yeah yeah

Written by:
James Wall

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