Having defeated the Cannibals MC and decapitated their leader, Kreeg, Commandant Dobrunkum sets in motion his plan to rid Creepsylvania of undesirables and create a pitiless society of iron-fisted law. The infirm and mentally ill are rounded up for use in medical experimentation and the entertainment industry. The able-bodied are forced to build the Wall of Death around the city and a colossal statue in Dobrunkum's image that towers over Svatoplunk Square. Still, the lawless walk free. From his command center inside the head of his half-finished tribute, Dobrunkum gives the order. In the slums surrounding Creepsylvania, where the poor, drug addled, and lazy huddle in abject poverty, the silence of the night is broken by the clattering of arms and the martial stomp of the... I. GHETTO BLASTERS

Driven from the city and into the graveyard, the fleeing hordes of indigent peasants are pursued by acidthrower wielding gangs of shock troops. The shrieks of melting villagers fill the freezing air. Down in the catacombs, oblivious, Ghoul tucks in to dinner. II. BRINGER OF WAR Pandemonium rattled the crypts Tunnels corroded in acidulous drips A ruckus interrupting our daily dead As the villagers fled with acid melting their heads Weakening stanchions, savage assault The bodies were piled into a burial vault There was a terrible cave-in, crushing debris What came through the ceiling brought us right to our knees A massive contrivance enveloped in bones Cradled in death upon a sinister throne Clad in iron, oxidized Buried for years away from curious eyes A circle emblazoned on its riveted skin And an ominous glow illuminating within OMICRON PROTOTYPE 77-Y IF FOUND, PUCKER UP AND KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE Samedi stiffened and his lips were atwitch As a mysterious hum achieved a deafening pitch A massive contrivance enveloped in bone Cradled in death upon a sinister throne As if to intone... I am the bringer of war Atomic death forevermore I am the bringer of war Behold the fury of my roar Trapped in a reverie, the voodoo man fell He dreamed of salvation through nuclear hell Omicron energy to shatter the spell And the vaporization of his corporeal shell Stun grenades from the bully brigade Elbows and knuckles in a violent raid We bloodied our boots as we battled the brutes But they netted the bomb, so all the effort was moot Beaten down, we had to retreat Samedi seething at our tragic defeat A radio crackled THE WEAPON IS SEIZED Our hackles were raised as the Commandant wheezed Flee from my legions, pitiful fools! There's nowhere to hide now, this is the end of Ghoul! Scuttle to safety like pestilent rats The fuse is burning quickly now that... I am the bringer of war Atomic death forevermore I am the bringer of war Behold the fury of my roar

Baron Samedi's commands to retrieve the Omicron Bomb fall on deaf ears, as Ghoul retreats deeper into the Catacombs muttering half-hearted assurances; that is, until Samedi unleashes an army of revivified corpses to persuade them otherwise. III. SHRED THE DEAD Black dread, undead Crawling from the crypts Ragged claws scratch coffin lids A rancid stink as tombs emit Tongues slick over glutinous lips With bloodlust in their minds We grab our decks and grab our dicks Drop in and bust a grind Smash our boards into the undead hoards The rotten fiends are gored... Shred the Dead Mushed up guts are stuck all in our trucks But we don't give a fuck... Shred the Dead One-eyed wallride Drunken mutants shred the gnar Collapsing clotted craniums With kick-flips eldritch and bizarre Unfazed by the fusillade Blitzkrieg from the dead brigade They'll never stop until we die So send them back into the grave Smash our boards into the undead hoards The rotten fiends are gored... Shred the Dead Mushed up guts are stuck all in our trucks But we don't give a fuck... Shred the Dead We launch into the fray with rusty axes set to "slay" And shatter each and every vertebrae McTwist was missed, busted ankle, broken wrist Dentures cracked as concrete's kissed Crash the swarm of wretched shambling forms Ripened limbs are torn... Shred the Dead Maggots creamed as mildewed skulls are reamed And every cube is gleamed... Shred the Dead Backs to the Wall against the undead thrall So let's just kill 'em all... Shred the Dead Clouds of flies as bodies pile up high And our escape is nigh... Shred the Dead

After scaling the Wall of Death, Ghoul descends into the sewers of Creepsylvania, sneaking their way towards Svatoplunk Square and the bomb... but shifty eyes espy their descent. IV. DUNGEON BASTARDS Exiled... condemned to the sewers Troglodytes in a realm of manure Eerie decrees from a mummified head You will grovel for your daily bread Merciful Kreeg, you are noble and wise Command us O Lord, as we lower our eyes You are the chosen, you are the few And this is what you're gonna do... GO FORTH AND KILL Secure our domain from the infidels GO FORTH AND DIE Take your place in the clubhouse of paradise GO FORTH AND KILL Try to remember to make out a will GO FORTH AND DIE And don't ask why! Agents of chaos reduced to slaves Broken wills and degenerate knaves For a mummified prick, they want to cause our demise But we're gonna cut 'em down to size Ropes are slipped, esophagus ripped Spraying blood into quivering lips Burying hatchets into sunken in chests As we urinate on denim vests Bastards! Dungeon Bastards Bastards! Dungeon Bastards Heads roll as the tables turn They didn't know fear, but now they're gonna learn Penitence from the slobbering masses Taking names, then stomping asses Kreeg's head is smashed to bits A cacophonous wailing from the ignorant twits You will follow and we will lead 'Cause we're fucking GHOUL, and we will make you bleed

Once more defeated, the bedraggled remnants of the Cannibals MC pledge allegiance to their hooded conquerors, following them on their quest to retrieve the Omicron Bomb and end the sad existence of Baron Samedi. V. GHOULUNATICS This crowd is the worst Outcasts debased into something perverse It's time for unrest So pull down your cowl and sharpen your vest We R Ghoulunatics The Cannibals gathered to shout it out loud We R Ghoulunatics Violence is promised and vengeance is vowed Biting our style Hooded and drunk with an odor so vile "Dubrenkim mest fal!" A misspelled graffito is smeared on the wall We R Ghoulunatics Taking a stand with our fists in the air We R Ghoulunatics They think we're their pals, but we really don't care Fight! Till you die Fight! Till you die We R Ghoulunatics Pantaloons sodden and skulls are benumbed We R Ghoulunatics Easily led cuz they're so fucking dumb We R Ghoulunatics An army of losers, the worst of the worst We R Ghoulunatics They'll march to our orders and buy all our merch

Meanwhile, the denizens of the ghetto deemed suitable for experimentation are marched into Smolek Sanitorium, where they will be subject to the bizarre, sadistic machinations of Dr. Zabor Zongo, M.D., Ph.D., D.V.M., D.M.V. VI. BLOOD AND GUTS Deep in the bowels of an edifice, foul The wretched dregs of the ghetto corralled Covert experiments mutating forms And violating every ethical norm I, Dr. Zongo, master of my trade Employing Super Science to make an army of slaves You will be servile, and you will obey You will sit and you will stay! Ragged wounds leaking virulent pus Stapled flesh where the guillotine cut Tubes pulse with chemical brews Cervical vertebrae are grotesquely fused On the slab, a chimerical mutt A concatenation of Blood & Guts Bow to the whip hand, and bow to the fist The feral creations were deservedly pissed The doctor screamed as their manacles snapped Dragged off to his doom as his skivvies were crapped Deep in the bowels of an edifice, foul A wretched freak is emitting a howl On the slab, a chimerical mutt A concatenation of Blood & Guts On the slab you are nothing but A concatenation of Blood & Guts On the slab, a chimerical mutt A concatenation of Blood & Guts On the slab you are nothing but A concatenation of Blood & Guts

Commandant Dobrunkum struts and preens in his headquarters high above the city as he watches the bedraggled slave force hang the Omicron Bomb from the iron hand of his gargantuan effigy. He is the master of all he surveys, and his... VII. WORD IS LAW In Creepsylvania, I drafted this piece of paper That denotes that I'm its ruler for life You gotta a problem? Well, I hope that you're a bottom 'Cause you're gonna get put to the knife I'm leather-clad, motherfucker, super-bad You see me coming, better bow down The severed head of Kreeg now issues orders from me To all the Cannibals that hung around HAIL CREEPSYLVANIA Hail me! Tremble with awe Because my Word Is Law I am the bomb, I've got the bomb, and with aplomb Over the comms my voice addresses you fools I'm not afraid of any voodoo, any mutants Any peasants, or protesters, or Ghouls I've got the soldiers, got the power, got the odor Of the modern Creepsylvanian man If they step to Dobrunkum then you know I'm gonna punk 'em With my nightstick in the back of the van HAIL CREEPSYLVANIA Hail me! Tremble with awe Because my Word Is Law Because my Word Is Law HAIL CREEPSYLVANIA Hail me! Tremble with awe Because my Word Is Law

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. VIII. DEATH CAMPAIGN 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 pits 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 its 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 Acidthrowers 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

The overrun statue comes crashing down on the city and thousands of villagers are instantly ground to paste. The massive arm of the statue breaches the city wall and flings its deadly cargo groundward. With a flash of weird blue light, the Omicron Bomb explodes in the swamp as if in slow motion. The breathless citizens of Creepsylvania await their surely impending doom. IX. GUITARMAGGEDON