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Into the Catacombs
04:33
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As Your Casket Closes
03:36
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As your casket closes listen to the living weep
Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep
You think they cry for you; that they came to pay respects?
The living only weep because they know that they are next
Sobbing in their mourning clothes, a most impressive act
Rosaries and prayer to keep their fantasies intact
The Parson mumbles fairy tales of Heaven and of Hell
But six feet down in potter's earth is where you'll really dwell
Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead
As your casket closes
The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread
As your casket's covered feel the cruel hand of time
Ectoplasmic tendrils, enveloping in slime
Apparitions wail from the mould infested crypts
Skin begins to peel, turn to gelatin, and drip
Twisting roots imprison you, your coffin starts to rot
Bound to this dimension, though the chains you can see not
Timeless creeping horror, a nightmare with no end
The snails in your skull are your only earthly friends
Your brain begins to ooze with the secrets of the dead
As your casket closes
The darkness of the tomb, an eternity of dread
You feel your eyeballs melting as you start to decompose
They burst inside the sockets and come running out your nose
Sacs of pus erupt in places better left unmentioned
Bloated bowels surrendering all powers of retention
Drooling fat congeals into pudding in your crypt
Beetles nest in ear canals and munch on waxy drips
Maggots feed on viscera, a swirling toxic stew
There's no one here to blame it on, that odour came from you
As your casket opens you see four hooded freaks
Laughter in the moonlight, horrifying shrieks
Two hundred years you've been rotting in this grave
And now you will awaken to become a willing slave
Injecting Numbskull, your brain begins to boil
Your body quivers in the funereal soil
Replacing spinal fluid, sucking at our drool
Your afterlife is over, welcome to your life with Ghoul!
As your casket closes
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Bury the Hatchet
02:55
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Whispering voices in darkness
Their footsteps were really quite loud
They came for a skull made of crystal
They'll leave in a burial shroud
Gathering in the graveyard
A cult and a secret cabal
"We'll search every inch of the catacombs!"
Kill them all, kill them all!!!
Peel their skin
Put the knife in
Burn them without and then burn them within!
Polish the headbone and try not to scratch it
Turn them to Rot Gut
Bury the Hatchet!
Torches arranged in a circle
Bathing the cultists in light
We crept through the shadows
Trying to hear them and stay out of sight
They spoke of a power contained in the skull
They said, "It was brought from the stars"
That thing we'd been using to crack open walnuts
Used to crack walnuts on Mars?
Peel their skin
Put the knife in
Burn them without and then burn them within!
Polish the headbone and try not to scratch it
Turn them to Rot Gut
Bury the Hatchet!
We broke up the party with a molotov blast
They turned into human torches when we doused them in gas
The screaming was loud it would get louder still
As I slit their bellies open in my frenzy to kill
Axes shattered vertebrae, spinal fluid squirts
Cleavers entered craniums, ruining white shirts
Burning eyeballs guttering and cooling into clots
Being hung by their intestines had them tied up in knots
Skin was pulled from muscle and devoured on the spot
Cult members dying and left there to rot
Some of them made it, I'm sorry to say
Next time they come here we will find a way to
Bury the Hatchet!
Victims decay in the darkness
Their screaming was really quite loud
They came for a skull made of crystal
They left in a burial shroud
Moldering in the graveyard
Their bones will be nibbled by rats
If they're going to steal the crystalline skull
They'll have to do better than that
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Merde!
02:22
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Born to a whore on a Parisian floor
In the ides of March, a babe to abhor
Pardon my French, but life really sucked
When you're born and grow up an ugly duck
"To the smith's to work!" my mother bade me
But play with fire and you'll get burnt, you see
For after the boss gave me a beating
I lit up the kiln to blow up everyt'ing
Merde!
Villagers threw stones at the sight they saw
A crispy pyromaniac with no lower jaw
For this curse of life, I got my revenge
Burning all Europe from Rome to Stonehenge
Then one day I wandered to a most depressing place
Creepsylvania! With no food for my face
Alone in a grave, I thought that was it
Till two hooded ghouls came to steal all my shit
"This one's alive!" the chunky one said
"Give him my grog," and they tipped back my head
"That is Fermentor. Here's meat to gnosh."
"Hey, Digestor, let's teach him to mosh!"
Behooded and thrashing, I decided to join 'em
Then we added Dissector, it was the last album
And with my fiends help, I'll torch every fool
Cremator burns all in the name of Ghoul!
Merde!
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5. |
Cult of the Hunter
03:35
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Up in the Volkov Mountains
In the rubble of the Ghoul Hunter's home
A monster of metal lies buried
Under ten thousand tons of stone
To wield a weapon so powerful
Its owner would conquer and rule
The cult leader plans to reactivate
That Killbot should decimate Ghoul
Exhuming the robot, the members all gasped
The Killbot was buried alone
They only found remains of a skeletal arm
A boulder was crushing the bone
The mechanized man was in pieces
Its brain all but rotten away
An arm had gone missing, its optics torn out
Its load pan was in disarray
The cult leader lifted a black iron claw
His eyes were all red and aglow
They gathered the wreckage of Killbot
And marched to the valley below
New weapons were built for the robot
Rebuilt to be stronger than all
And when Killbot was put back together
Walt Disney's brain was thawed for install
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Mutant Mutilator
03:42
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Reject, the king of the nerds
Treated like a social disease
Cast out, he was a slovenly twerp
Heavy Metal was his only release
Picked on, he got a beating a day
While everybody looked the other way
Headcase, living in a fantasy world
His nerves were starting to fray
Comic books! Vacant looks! Brain sick! Horror flicks!
School's out, and the bullies await
Little Billy was gonna get trashed
Headlock, and a punch in the gut
They tore up his homework and his glasses were smashed
Graveyard, Billy ran there to hide,
And he fell into the tunnels below
Darkness, and then a light from the void
For eons in slumber, the skull, now, aglow
Mutate! To Mutilate! Transform! Gore Boar!
Muscles ripping through his clothes
A snout where there was once a nose
Wiry matted hair
Studded, denim outerwear
Beware!
They begged for their lives when they saw him
He made them beg him some more,
He cut off their heads and he tore them to shreds
On the satanic night of the bloodthirsty boar
Watch out! He's the Mutant Mutilator!
Cry out! He's the Mutant Mutilator!
Mutated were-boar berserker
The rampaging hell-beast attacks
His foes are left mangled and bloody
By hoof and by fist and by tusk and by axe!
Watch out! He's the Mutant Mutilator!
Cry out! He's the Mutant Mutilator!
Scream out! He's the Mutant Mutilator!
Die out! He's the Mutant Mutilator!
Daybreak, and the nerd was awake
"I guess it must have been a dream!"
Bloodcaked, he staggered out of his bed
Looked in the mirror and he let out a scream
Death's head was lying on his bed
And it was oozing ectoplasmic goo
No choice, to the Curio Shoppe
"Old Mr. Fang, yeah, he'll know what to do."
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7. |
Psychoplasm
02:57
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8. |
Splatterthrash
02:47
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Nightfall, and you head to the show
A ticket is clutched in your hand
Wearing a vest made of denim
With patches of your favorite bands
You get to the club
And the first band is totally lame
These posers are into the nu-school
They have T-I-O-N in their name!
Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
Our drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!
Up from the pit
We launch an assault on the stage
Hatchets are buried in craniums
In a frenzy of psychotic rage
Killing machines
Necks are all broken and slashed
We came here to conquer, we came here to rule
WE CAME HERE TO SPLATTERTHRASH!
Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
Our drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!
Splatterthrash! Bang your fuckin head!
Splatterthrash! Slay the living, eat the dead!
Splatterthrash! Moshing like a fool!
Splatterthrash! Live for metal, DIE FOR GHOUL!
End of the show
And on to the next shitty dive
The scenesters who got on the guestlist
Paid with their poserish lives
But you survived
Your metal turned out to be true
You slammed in the pit and you didn't take shit
A numbskull, through and through
Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
Our drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!
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9. |
Gutbucket Blues
02:21
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Guzzling the Rot Gut
Binging on the putrefied swill
Total fucking mind rot
Blind drunk and I'm dying to kill
So fucking loaded I can't get off the floor
Three sheets are to the wind and I'm going for four
I'm a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze
And on top of that, I can't find my shoes
But what can you do?
Gutbucket Blues!
Waking in a cold sweat
Feels like I need a new brain
Overdid the Rot Gut
And now I'm in incredible pain
Retching up the effluvial brews
Cursing my existence through a river of spew
Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use
And I could really use a drink when I'm through
But what can you do?
Gutbucket Blues!
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10. |
Rise, Killbot, Rise!!!
05:26
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=RECOVERY GRID/ DIVERT POWER LOAD=
=NEURONS REFORMATTED/ ACCESSING CODE=
=DEFRAGMENTING CORTICAL DRIVE=
=INSTALL SUCCESSFUL/ KILLBOT ALIVE=
=BOOTING UP NAVCOM AND WEAPON CONTROLS=
=RUNNING CHAINGUN LOAD PROTOCOLS=
=ACCESSING TARGETING INFORMATION=
=DIRECTIVE ESTABLISHED: DEVASTATION=
Pulled from the dark of your stony grave
Rise Killbot, rise!!!
Cultists conspiring to make you their slave
Rise Killbot, rise!!!
Fitted with weapons, reverse engineered
Rise Killbot, rise!!!
Nuclear payload, bringer of fear
Rise Killbot, rise!!!
=TARGET ACQUIRED, SALVO DEPLOYED=
=GORE BORE ATTACKING: BATTLE AXE/ AVOID=
=RAY CANNON POWERED/ LOCKING ON BAND=
"Fire at will!!" =BY YOUR COMMAND=
Razing the cemetery, leave no bones unburned
Killbot delivers carnage rightly earned
There is no quarter from this instrument of death
Whirling chaos engine, spewing molten breath
Retreat to the catacombs, defeated and scorched
Live to fight another day with axe, hook, and torch
Cold revenge, the tables will be turned
But for now they've got the skull and Creepsylvania burns
"Go forth and kill!"
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11. |
Life of the Living Dead
03:40
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This town is a smoldering hole
Christo-Fascists are in control
They put a Disney Store in Svatoplunk Square
All the guards at the labor camp shop there
Christian values, the mark of their sect
Creepsylvanian tradition's what they claim to protect
And the message has such lasting appeal
No one cares that the tradition's not real
Burning books in the name of the Lord
The people are converted without bullet or sword
Now the villagers have cable TV,
Big Macs, Cadillacs, and pornography
Culture recycled and commodified
Fact and belief become homogenized
Total absorption, the past is erased
A fairytale history is put in its place
Lickspittle newsmen sell religion like soap
Hanging the dimwits from their shiny new rope
The promise of heaven was enough to entice
They turned into zombies for an army of Christ
Total obedience, the plan is complete
Flag waving, behaving, religious, elite
Comatose, they do naught but consume
And consume, and consume, and consume, and consume!!!
Shambling from store to store, life of the living dead
Consuming, then consuming some more, life of the living dead
The Christo-Fascist corps, life of the living dead
It's such a fucking bore, life of the living dead
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12. |
Baron Samedi
03:26
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I woke, I woke in the night from a terrible dream
A crystal skull... caught in a frozen scream
It was calling me, mon, calling me to a distant land
There was hooded mutants and a mon with a metal hand
I'll board a ship and I will cross the sea
I'm the houngan priest, the houngan priest called Samedi
Baron Samedi
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