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Forbidden Crypts - текст песни



Forbidden Crypts


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!!!



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