Off with Their Heads

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 shit 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 Cremator burnt 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!