| One night as I crept through the cemetery gates
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| Seeking out the cause of the local mania
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| I bespied a ghastly sight, which gave me quite a fright
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| The legendary Ghouls of Creepsylvania
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| They were moshing to and fro
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| And shrieking at the moon, you know
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| Howling banshees on a quest for human meat
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| I was shocked to see a Ghoul
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| That had both eyes pull out a tool
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| And chop the head from a body lying at his feet
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| My mind was racing as I watched the horrible carnage
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| They were stripping the rotten corpse to the bone
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| I started to slowly back away in horror
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| When the ground gave way beneath me and I fell into the catacombs
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| When I came to I was cloaked in darkness
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| There was a stench unlike any I had ever smelled before
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| I reached out and felt the ground around me
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| And my hand went straight into a puddle of gore!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| You can bet your life that you’re going to die!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| We’ll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| You’ll look just like the jerk you are!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| We’ll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
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| As I was saying…
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| I lit a torch and began to explore
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| The tunnels wound and wound for many miles
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| There were coffins jutting from the walls and more
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| Burning bones, vats of guts, and skulls in piles
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| I came to a large room
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| And heard an echo in the gloom
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| The sound of metal chilled my very bones
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| There were riffs the beat the band
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| Pounding drums I couldn’t stand
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| And the vocalists created shocking tones
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| I made my way towards the cacophony
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| A crucifix clutched tightly in my fist
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| And as I came to the torchlit room
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| I saw the shambling fiends getting pissed
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| They spotted me and began to shriek and snort
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| My cover was blown, so I started to run like mad
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| Digestor tackled me to the floor
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| And then it started really getting bad
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| You can bet your life that you’re going to die!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| We’ll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| You’ll look just like the jerk you are!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| We’ll pickle your brain in a jelly jar!
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| I was bound and gagged in the dining room
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| Surrounded by the funk of fetid breath
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| The quartet of maniacs hunched over me
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| And forced me to listen to Anthrax and Megadeth
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| I struggled in my restraints as they chortled with glee
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| While they poked at me and sliced apart my cheek
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| My muffled pleading only served to amuse them
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| As they expelled a very noxious sort of reek
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| I wriggled out of my ropes a bit
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| There was a struggle but I managed to prevail
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| Ghoul is still out there, haunting the graveyard
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| But I escaped and now I’m here to tell my tale
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| You can bet your life that you’re going to die!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| We’ll eat you baked, boiled, or fried!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| You’ll look just like the jerk you are!
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| Ghoul Hunter!
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| We’ll pickle your brain in a jelly jar! |