On other side of town the cultists make a final push into the catacombs beneath Monture Noire cemetery, with predictable results...
Off With Their Heads
Cremator was burning, Fermentor was losing his sh**
My body was ravaged by shrapnel, Dissector was popping a zit
Our only escape to retreat underground
Coughing up blood as we fled
The cultists were gathered like rats at the entrance
Goose-stepping full-steam ahead
(as they said)
"Off with their heads!"
Brothers of Ghoul: steel yourselves for the fight!
If it's Heavenly entrance they're after
We will make damn sure that they get there tonight
Viciously hacking with jagged-edged blades
Dissector laughed as they bled
Digestor chewed off their lips and their ears
Fermentor was heard to have said:
"Off with their heads, hahahah!!!"
Solo Digestor
Writhing and moaning, puddles of red
Slitting their throats to ensure they were dead
Into the torchlight, a vision of dread
Cold iron lungs bellowed:
"Off with their heads!"
Off with their heads!