Ghoul Hunter-Ghoul

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!