Master of the Muck Lyrics

Dragging a gravediggers spade down a virgin page,
He unearths a world of dripping nightmares
Sharpening a pen with an old autopsy knife,
He unfolds the foetid secrets of human flesh
Boiling down spilt blood for a dubious ink,
He spreads the black shadows of Man's soul
He draws a ghoul's inspiration from open graves
And like Shelly's Doctor brings dead things to life...

He altars Horror into Ghastly art for the page...
In the House of Creepy, boogey Igor and Poe's black cat
And fascinatingly horrid Jennifer and her hideous face
Cain's dwelling whose doors open unto dread Mystery
Hulking moss-brute Holland and the baneful Arcane
In Billy's forbidden comic, five tales of E.C. terror
Slaughtered Reverend werewolf of sleepy Tarker Mills
The traveling wagon woeful troop of freaks

Master of the Muck...
Bernie Wrightson
A malevolent maven of the macabre
A morbid monger of the monstrous is he
Begetting madness and murder most black...