Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghoul Hunter, artist - Ghoul. Album song Maniaxe, in the genre Date of issue: 23.06.2003
Record label: Tankcrimes
Song language: English
Ghoul Hunter |
| One night as I crept through the cemetery gates |
| Seeking out the cause of the local mania |
| I bespied a ghastly sight, which gave me quite a fright |
| The legendary Ghouls of Creepsylvania |
| They were moshing to and fro |
| And shrieking at the moon, you know |
| Howling banshees on a quest for human meat |
| I was shocked to see a Ghoul |
| That had both eyes pull out a tool |
| And chop the head from a body lying at his feet |
| My mind was racing as I watched the horrible carnage |
| They were stripping the rotten corpse to the bone |
| I started to slowly back away in horror |
| When the ground gave way beneath me and I fell into the catacombs |
| When I came to I was cloaked in darkness |
| There was a stench unlike any I had ever smelled before |
| I reached out and felt the ground around me |
| And my hand went straight into a puddle of gore! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| You can bet your life that you’re going to die! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| We’ll eat you baked, boiled, or fried! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| You’ll look just like the jerk you are! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| We’ll pickle your brain in a jelly jar! |
| As I was saying… |
| I lit a torch and began to explore |
| The tunnels wound and wound for many miles |
| There were coffins jutting from the walls and more |
| Burning bones, vats of guts, and skulls in piles |
| I came to a large room |
| And heard an echo in the gloom |
| The sound of metal chilled my very bones |
| There were riffs the beat the band |
| Pounding drums I couldn’t stand |
| And the vocalists created shocking tones |
| I made my way towards the cacophony |
| A crucifix clutched tightly in my fist |
| And as I came to the torchlit room |
| I saw the shambling fiends getting pissed |
| They spotted me and began to shriek and snort |
| My cover was blown, so I started to run like mad |
| Digestor tackled me to the floor |
| And then it started really getting bad |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| You can bet your life that you’re going to die! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| We’ll eat you baked, boiled, or fried! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| You’ll look just like the jerk you are! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| We’ll pickle your brain in a jelly jar! |
| I was bound and gagged in the dining room |
| Surrounded by the funk of fetid breath |
| The quartet of maniacs hunched over me |
| And forced me to listen to Anthrax and Megadeth |
| I struggled in my restraints as they chortled with glee |
| While they poked at me and sliced apart my cheek |
| My muffled pleading only served to amuse them |
| As they expelled a very noxious sort of reek |
| I wriggled out of my ropes a bit |
| There was a struggle but I managed to prevail |
| Ghoul is still out there, haunting the graveyard |
| But I escaped and now I’m here to tell my tale |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| You can bet your life that you’re going to die! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| We’ll eat you baked, boiled, or fried! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| You’ll look just like the jerk you are! |
| Ghoul Hunter! |
| We’ll pickle your brain in a jelly jar! |