Song | Bury The Hatchet |
Artist | GHOUL |
Album | Splatterthrash |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
They’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 decaying 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 | |
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! |
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 | |
They' 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 decaying 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 | |
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! |
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 | |
They' 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 decaying 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 | |
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! |