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!!!"
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!"