| The entrance beckoned them within
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| A gaping graveyard irruption
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| They had no clue what horrors lied
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| Beyond the cobweb skein
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| Down slimy steps of living rock
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| They were enveloped by the dark
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| Their fates were sealed when
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| They set foot in Ghoul’s domain
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| Four cloudy eyes stare
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| At them in the blackness
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| Following their every move
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| Cremator starts to drool
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| When he sees their meaty limbs
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| There’s nothing like fresh food
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| Clumsily they navigate the catacombs
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| Knocking over an open bag lye
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| The big one trips on a skeleton
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| And Digestor rolls his eye
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| Our dwelling has been sullied
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| The stench may never go away
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| Two outsiders have drifted into Ghoul’s world
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| And now they’re going to pay
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| Soon they’ll scream
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| They walked right past the pit of spikes
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| The trap door didn’t even budge
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| A tripwire leading to a bucket of acid
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| Was avoided by the duo but not by us
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| Our guillotine trap must have rusted over time
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| The blade never cleaved them in twain
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| Fermenter flipped the switch just to see what went wrong
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| And lost three fingers shrieking in pain
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| Creeping through the fungoid tunnels
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| We tried to head them off at the pass
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| But as soon as we came to our practice room
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| We got the overwhelming urge to thrash
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| Drawn by the dulcet tones
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| In the doorway the intruders appeared
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| The moshing began and went on through the night
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| Between slugging down jugs of blood beer
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| Thrashing and smashing we rattled the tombs
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| An all out bone crushing metal display
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| The Head banging team was impressed
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| And they told us, «You make metal the Razorback way»
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| A contract signed in blood by Fermenter
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| Cremator was also duped, it seems
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| If I ever see that thieving pair of scumbags
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| Mark my words, I’m going to make them scream
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| Soon they’ll scream
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| Our trio goes about its work
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| Creating mayhem in the caves and above
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| Fiendish plans for revenge are concocted
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| Mutilation and terror undreamt of
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| Four eyes stare in the blackness
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| A Gore boar the focus of our bile
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| The next interloper in our lair
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| Will be ripped limb from limb with a hideous smile
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| Poison pen letters sent in weekly installments
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| Always coming back return to sender
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| No matter how crafty they are we will get them
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| We will haunt them and stalk them forever, forever |