Ghoul Forbidden Crypts Lyrics

Forbidden Crypts Lyrics

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 we 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, elves, 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 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 back-up expired from her cuts



Splattering brain pans as a matter of course



Violently murdering with no fucking remorse



Their bassist, to a boobytrap, 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 poseurs, we've made a profession



In our forbidden...



Forbidden crypts!!!