Chained In The Crypt
One night I remember
The small little cute girls sang
Neath the campfire
Happy were the songs
Gleeful were the girls
Hooray!, they chorused
Enter Bone-Crusher
Happiness, Totally finished
Happy life, no more
The songs went down with a loud
Crushing
Screams and seconds later
The Joters appeared
People dying, animals running
Unbelievable memories!
The Unholy Master cried: Let us Pray!
The Worgs and the Joters moved out
Chewed upper lips lay withering
On the Ledge
Acorrentado na cripta
Uma noite eu me lembro
As pequenas meninas giras cantavam
Neath a fogueira
Felizes foram as musicas
Alegres eram as meninas
Hooray !, eles chorused
Entre no Triturador de Osso
Felicidade, totalmente acabado
Vida feliz, não mais
As músicas caíram com um alto
Esmagando
Gritos e segundos depois
Os Joters apareceram
Pessoas morrendo, animais correndo
Memórias inacreditáveis!
O Mestre Profano chorou: Vamos Orar!
Os Worgs e os Joters se mudaram
Lábios superiores mastigados estavam murchando
Na borda