Death Campaign - Ghoul

I was wasted

As I left Ivan’s Inn on my knees

A murder of mutants

Gibbered in garrulous glee

A shot rang out

And it startled the freaks in the sacks

A hatchet was hurled at a dog man

As they mounted a violent and vicious attack

Limbs were bit while pants were shit

Eyes gouged out from fleshy pits

Fists met faces, boots met brains

Cobblestones slick with the blood of the slain

Bodies cleaved in twain

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It beggared belief

The madness I saw in the streets

A fat one was gnawing the head of a canine

A skinny one gnawed on its feet

Thundering engines

Grew louder, approaching the fray

Leather and chains, splattering brains

From up in the statue, the order, «Obey!»

Faces were peeled with murderous zeal

Howls for mercy were left un-appealed

Fists met faces, boots met brains

Cobblestones slick with the blood of the slain

The slaughter could not be contained

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Acid-throwers melted struts

Scaffold overrun with nuts

Ruptured rivets shattered bones

A mangled metal hell

A hail of screaming bodies

As the great colossus fell

Back to the Inn for a flagon of gin

Covered in carnage, my head was a-spin

Drowning in liquor to deaden my pain

Haunted by that death campaign