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!