| 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 had 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 corpse 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, vats 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 fetid breath | |
| The quartet of maniacs 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! |
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