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