Up in the Volkov mountains In the rubble of the Ghoul hunter's home A monster of metal lies buried Under ten thousand tons of stone To wield a weapon so powerful Its owner would conquer and rule The cult leader plans reactivate That killbot should decimate Ghoul Exhuming the robot, the members all gasped The killbot was buried alone They only found remains of a skeletal arm A boulder was crushing the bone The mechanized man was in pieces Its brain all but rotten away An arm had gone missing, its optics torn out Its load pan was in disarray The cult leader lifted a black iron claw His eyes were all red and aglow They gathered the wreckage of killbot And marched to the valley below New weapons were built for the robot Rebuilt to be stronger than all And when killbot was put back together Walt Disney's brain was thawed for install Cult of the hunterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
