Down in my wretched dungeon
I discovered a hidden room
horror fanzines, gore comics
and an LP called DeathTomb
The stuff reeked of the dead
and was left there to rot
I spazzed out with excitement
while my eyes turned bloodshot
Decayed shelves on the walls
lined up with old horror tapes
Cobwebbed and faded
with no modern remakes
Outdated issues of Gore Zone
splatter-art and death vocal-shrieks
With all this great stuff
I will be here for weeks!
Horror-filled treasures
are my Dreadful Pleasures!
I am the Revolter
and I live in the past.
Obsessed with old death metal
that's slow, heavy, and fast
I live beneath the crypt
hidden from everything
but my time is coming
Time to prey on the living!
I'm made up of ooze
and melted skin
A bubbling pot of gore
and grotesque within
I'm horror metal's messenger
and I'm here to destroy
My hate is my weapon
Dreadful Pleasures are my joy
