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 hunter