Forbidden Crypts Lyrics - Singles - Ghoul

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!!!