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Maniaxe

by Ghoul

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1.
We smelled the greasepaint in the air They stumbled into town last night completely unaware Clad in shirts of mesh and with mascara on their eyes We saw a keyboard player and knew they had to die They played a show at Ivan's Inn From underneath the stage we heard the caterwauling din They sang of forests, eves and trolls The urge to kill them on the spot we barely could control After the show they all got drunk Apparently to celebrate a set that really stunk To the graveyard they predictably paid a call These lords of chaos whined about their tour bus being small They spoke of Norway and "the scene" The sound of laughing Ghouls reverberated through the trees "We should take some pictures!" the one in chain mail said "That's it," Cremator growled, "it's time these idiots were dead." They scattered like rats when they saw Ghoul attack The drummer was the first to go, a hook in his back Machetes were sinking into painted flesh Carnage and gore soaking leather and mesh The keyboardist begged but Fermentor just laughed We hacked off his hands and then chopped him in half The vocalist was strangled with his very guts His female backup expired from her cuts Splattering brain pans as a matter of course Violently murdering with no fucking remorse Their bassist, to a booby trap, paid a toll His head having gained five or six extra holes The blood from his mouth made a hot, steamy treat We savoured the moment then sawed off his feet Both of the guitarists made a run for the gate Digestor cut them off and sealed their fate One of them cried while the other was killed His tears did no good as his skull was still drilled Slicing and dicing, our fanatic obsession Of slaughtering posers, we've made a profession In our forbidden crypts
2.
Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back The creature who lives there personifies death She'll curdle your blood with the smell of her breath Wrapped up in rags and a tattered old hood She walks with a cane made of twisted black wood A feared necromancer and caster of curses She really enjoys putting people in hearses Blessed with a face that can drive them insane A body by joke and a sinister brain Her feet can peel wallpaper when they're exposed Gangrene and fungus infesting her toes She spends all her evenings creating disease Conjuring larvae and maggots to please Enormous pupae she constantly breeds On disinterred bodies they suckle and feed A larval sack she did dismiss It crawled into a drainage ditch Once underground, it carried on No one noticed that it was gone Down in the sewer this maggot had fun Eating the rats was its job number one It terrorized rodents and left them in tatters The flesh of the beasts made it all the more fatter Bones it did crunch and then cartilage munched The slimy invertebrate sloppily lunched Its tubular mass through the sewers did squirm A limb ripping, flesh tearing, many-toothed worm With palpitating skin gelatinous mounds It made its way through Creepsylvania's grounds Seeking the filth by which it was sustained The Swamp Hag had this maggot very well trained Finding a coffin that was plentifully plugged The corpse was devoured by the glistening slug Rot and decay, it ingested with zeal As long as it knew that it had a next meal Feasting on the bloated dead Stiffs enveloped foot to head Vomiting acid into the crypts To gorge on all the parts that dripped Tomb after tomb, it slowly creeped As we watched our food sources deplete It tunneled into our practice space And listened as we moshed the place Into the sewer it escaped Its casing held a human shape A squalling lump all set to burst This town has not yet seen the worst
3.
Sewer Chewer 03:35
The sewer's a place where a Ghoul can relax Comforts abound that the surface just lacks Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes Barrels of goo, discarded wipes Crumbling corridors covered with slime Rivers of sewage and trickling brine These caverns are harbouring something undead Some wretched creating is rearing its head Hatched from a maggot, he is quite bizarre He smells like a cess poll but he shreds on guitar He crawled into the catacombs one day I swear we could smell him from a mile away He grabbed a guitar and proceeded to kill He blew us away with his mosh riffing skills We welcomed him into our ranks The hood he proudly wore We eagerly present this fiend Ladies and germs, it's Dissector! "I came to shred faces And shred them I will With archaic chords That possess you to kill!" Up from the sewer and into the pit We three now are four and we're taking no shit The villagers won't know what hit them tonight We'll show them the meaning of horror and fright Dissector's axe will cleave them in twain I will dismember and harvest their brains Fermentor will brew up some rot gut to choke Cremator will burn all their corpses to coke He is the sewer chewer
4.
Ghoul Hunter 03:54
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 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 corpses 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, cats 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 foetid breath The quartet of maniaxe 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
5.
Numbskull 03:26
Deep down underneath the ground In chambers clotted with the rotting dead Steaming vats filled with vampire bats Tanis root and decaying heads The potion made, we disseminate Spiking thousands of liters of grog Numbskull to inebriate Sends you into a heavy metal fog I am a numbskull! I bang heads Moshing in the graveyard and defiling the dead I am a numbskull! I twist brains Thrashing till we drive you insane On a cold night in the local pub An alliance was put to the forge F.K.U. was there with Lord Gore and Frightmare Machetazo, Haemorrhage and Engorged We all toasted with some numbskull "Here's to waging a metal war!" The chalices emptied, we took to the stage To carry out our declaration of gore I am a numbskull! I drink deep Rot gut consumed by a quartet of creeps I am a numbskull! I infect Drink up, it's time to snap necks The crowd was amassed at the edge of the pit Timidly cringing so as not to get hit The numbskull started kicking in as they bodies were flying through the air A rictus grin on each face in the crowd, coupled with a psychotic stare Their skin decayed and fell of in lumps And hair came out in a greasy clumps Their blood coagulated in their veins As deafening thrash riffs tore apart their brains Zombified in the pit, gore addicted misfits The first band was backstage, they came out and got slayed Devoured by the undead, gutted and splattered Unique Leader catalogs were torn up, burned, and scattered Numbskull! The show ended in a bloodbath But nothing dead shall truly dead remain The doors were opened to release the numbskulls So they'll infect every posers brain I am a numbskull I'm unhinged Murdering and moshing as on rot gut we binge I am a numbskull I am you 'Cuz you're a fucking numbskull, too!
6.
Boneless 03:09
Grab a hood to hide your face Tie a shirt around your waist Pull a sk8 from off the wall It's time to crash the funeral hall The Ghoul Hunter is out tonight But we don't really care We're gonna give this town a fright So citizens beware We're homicidal retards We're not afraid of cops Our mission: carve the graveyard We'll sk8 until we stop! Waxing curbs and coffins, too The wax we use we made from you If we see a bowl we'll fucking shred Gonna carve it up like we did your head Our decks are made from tombstones The trucks are hewn from bone Slimeballs are the wheels of choice The bearings? Kidney stones Cobwebs are our grip tape And grip, they surely do Tonight we're gonna tear it up And then we'll tear up you! We're boneless in the boneyard Well, we took a swig of some numbskull And headed out into the frigid night We were cruising the town when we all heard a sound The Ghoul Hunter had us in his sights We came at him with our sk8boards He got a pop shove-it to the lip I did a McTwist and landed on his wrist And knocked the rifle right out of his grip Cremator did a blunt slide off his back Switching to a disaster grind The Ghoul Hunter racked by our ollie attacks Was beginning to lose his mind He had one more trick up his sleeve A smoke bomb he quickly deployed Once again he escaped, but not before getting scraped A pastime we've come to enjoy We sk8ed back to the graveyard in a rush Our wheels trailing remnants of Ghoul Hunter mush Vengeance he bowed to exact and employ We think he might really be getting annoyed
7.
Maniaxe 03:15
I'll rip the eyeballs from your head Your innards boiled internally Cremator flays you one by one Sending ashes into eternity Dissector's good with a sharpened hook I'll gut you like a fish Fermentor will anatomize Against your every wish Your face we'll burn right off your skull It's my only vice Decapitated with a scythe Your bones we'll fashion into dice Spilled out organs we devour I eat mine with a frosty brew Your fate is sealed, as is your tomb You're really getting screwed Your death will not be swift At the hands of the mentally deficient Slaughtering in the cemetery We're nothing if not efficient A knife across our fucking throat I'll drink right from the slit The blood is gulped through filthy hoods And from our fingers licked A pile of meat is all that remains Quivering in the crypt Your splattered torso steaming now Where flesh has been unzipped Entombed within the catacombs Your grave an unmarked open ditch Decaying in the foetid swamp Your bones are black as pitch Maniaxe!!!
8.
Alone in his castle, the Ghoul Hunter toils Devising a plan to destroy Feverishly working on a monstrous creation A man of mechanix to cause devestation Gears are adjusted for inhuman power Ten feet tall; a wrought iron tower Death he can bring with a squeeze of his claw Electrified net, or retractable saw = KILLBOT IS ONLINE - ALL SYSTEMS GO = = TELL ME MY ORDERS - BUT TELL ME THEM SLOW = "Go to the graveyard and flush out the Ghouls Plunder the catacombs! Murder the fools!" We saw him coming, he couldn't be missed We tried to act brave, but our pants were all pissed He destroyed everything with no delay Smashed every villager stuck in his way Glowing laser eyes Controlled by gammalite Crushing through tunnels and smashing through walls Programmed for vengeance with deadly protocols Iron ignoramous, mechanical sap We four got together and set him a trap We lured him right into a cage And hacked away at his wiring with an axe = RETURN TO THE CASTLE = flashed in digital As he lurched forward on a counter-attack He shambled and twitched to the Ghoul Hunter's lair And stomped through the drawbridge as if it weren't there He flailed in a rampage, everything was pulverized The castle walls began to crumble; he was trapped inside Curses from the Ghoul Hunter were echoing within As brick and mortar covered his ungodly creation
9.
The End? 02:58

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The second scintillating selection of splatterthrashing songs from the secretive syndicate subsisting in the cemetery!

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released January 1, 2003

All songs Digested, Fermented, Dissected, and Cremated by Ghoul
except β€œWhat a Wonderful World," music by Bob Thiele and George David Weiss

Engineered by Andrew LaBarre and Brad Kobylczak at Soundwave Studios and Studio 880, 2003
Re-miixed by Brad Kobylczak and Digestor at Studio 880, 2008
Mastered by Dan Randall at Mammoth Sound Mastering

Cover art by Jason Karnes

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