| Born to a whore on a Parisian floor
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| In the ides of march, a babe to abhor
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| Pardon my French, but life really sucked
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| When you’re born and grow up an ugly duck
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| To the smiths to work my mother bade me
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| But play with the fire and you’ll get burnt, you see
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| For after the boss gave me a beating
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| I lit up the kiln to blow up everything
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| Merde!
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| Villagers threw stones at the sight they saw
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| A crispy pyromaniac with no lower jaw
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| For this curse of life, I got my revenge
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| Burning all Europe from Rome to Stonehenge
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| Then one day I wandered to a most depressing place
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| Creepsylvania!!! |
| With no food for my face
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| Alone in a grave, I thought that was it
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| Till two hooded ghouls came to steal all my shit
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| This ones alive the chunky one said
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| Give him my grog and they tipped back my head
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| That is Fermentor heres meat to gnosh
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| Hey Digestor lets teach him to mosh!!!
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| They asked me join ‘em and gave me an axe
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| Then we added Dissector, it was on Maniaxe
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| And with my friends help, I’ll torch every fool
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| Cremator burns all in the name of Ghoul!!!
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| Merde!!! |