Ghoul - Death Campaign lyrics
[Ghoul - Death Campaign lyrics]
Viltek Novotny, a lonely
Drunken goat salesman, emerges from a
Local tavern with a belly full of vodka
A head full of regret, and pants full of
Last night's borscht what he would witness
He would never forget
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 pit's
Fists met faces, boots met brains
Cobblestones slick with the blood
Of the slain bodies cleaved in twain
Death campaign
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 it's 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
Death campaign
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
Drunken goat salesman, emerges from a
Local tavern with a belly full of vodka
A head full of regret, and pants full of
Last night's borscht what he would witness
He would never forget
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 pit's
Fists met faces, boots met brains
Cobblestones slick with the blood
Of the slain bodies cleaved in twain
Death campaign
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 it's 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
Death campaign
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