Ghoul - Ghoul Hunter Lyrics
One night as I crept through the cemetery gatesSeeking out the cause of the local maniaI bespied a ghastly sight, which gave me quite a frightThe legendary Ghouls of CreepsylvaniaThey were moshing to and fro,And shrieking at the moon, you knowHowling banshees on a quest for human meatI was shocked to see a GhoulThat had both eyes pull out a toolAnd chop the head from a body lying at his feetMy mind was racing as I watched the horrible carnageThey were stripping the rotten corpse to the boneI started to slowly back away in horrorWhen the ground gave way beneath me and I fell into the catacombsWhen I came to I was cloaked in darknessThere was a stench unlike any I had ever smelled beforeI reached out and felt the ground around meAnd 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 exploreThe tunnels wound and wound for many milesThere were coffins jutting from the walls and moreBurning bones, vats of guts, and skulls in pilesI came to a large roomAnd heard an echo in the gloomThe sound of metal chilled my very bonesThere were riffs the beat the band,Pounding drums I couldn't stand,And the vocalists created shocking tonesI made my way towards the cacophonyA crucifix clutched tightly in my fistAnd as I came to the torchlit roomI saw the shambling fiends getting pissedThey spotted me and began to shriek and snortMy cover was blown, so I started to run like madDigestor tackled me to the floorAnd then it started really getting badGhoul 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 roomSurrounded by the funk of fetid breathThe quartet of maniacs hunched over meAnd forced me to listen to Anthrax and MegadethI struggled in my restraints as they chortled with gleeWhile they poked at me and sliced apart my cheekMy muffled pleading only served to amuse themAs they expelled a very noxious sort of reekI wriggled out of my ropes a bitThere was a struggle but I managed to prevailGhoul is still out there, haunting the graveyardBut I escaped and now I'm here to tell my taleGhoul 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!
