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
Digestor chewed off their lips and their ears
Fermentor was heard to have said:
«Off with their heads, hahahah!!!»
Solo Digestor
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!»
Off with their heads!