a puddle of gore! Ghoul Hunter! You can bet your life that you're going to die! Ghoul Hunter! We'll eat you baked, boiled, or fried! Ghoul Hunter! You
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
Traducere: Jefuitor de morminte. Cult Of The Hunter.
