Off with Their Heads - Ghoul

Cremator was burning, Fermentor was losing his shit

My body was ravaged by shrapnel, Dissector was popping a zit

Our only escape to retreat underground

Coughing up blood as we fled

The cultists were gathered like rats at the entrance

Goose-stepping full-steam ahead

(as they said)

«Off with their heads!»

Brothers of Ghoul: steel yourselves for the fight!

If it’s Heavenly entrance they’re after

We will make damn sure that they get there tonight.

Viciously hacking with jagged-edged blades

Dissector laughed as they bled

Digestor chewed off their lips and their ears

Fermentor was heard to have said:

«Off with their heads, hahahah!!!»

Solo Digestor

Writhing and moaning, puddles of red

Slitting their throats to ensure they were dead

Into the torchlight, a vision of dread

Cold iron lungs bellowed:

«Off with their heads!»

Off with their heads!