| The sewer's a place where a | |
| Ghoul can relax, | |
| Comforts abound that the surface just lacks | |
| Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes, | |
| Barrels of goo; discarded wipes | |
| Crumbling corridors covered with slime, | |
| Rivers of sewage and trickling brine | |
| These caverns are harbouring something undead, | |
| Some wretched creation is rearing it's head | |
| Hatched from a maggot, he is quite bizarre, | |
| He smells like a cess pool but he shreds on guitar | |
| He crawled into the catacombs one day | |
| I swear we could smell him a mile away | |
| He grabbed a guitar and proceeded to kill | |
| He blew us away with his mosh riffing skill | |
| We welcomed him into our ranks | |
| The hood he proudly wore | |
| We eagerly present this fiend | |
| Ladies and germs, it's | |
| Dissector! | |
| I came to shred faces | |
| And shred them | |
| I will With archaic chords | |
| That possess you to kill | |
| Up from the sewer and into the pit | |
| We three now are four and we're taking no shit | |
| The villagers won't know what hit them tonight | |
| We'll show them the meaning of horror and fright | |
| Dissector's axe will cleave them in twain | |
| I will dismember and harvest their brains | |
| Fermentor will brew up some rot gut to choke | |
| Cremator will burn all their corpses to coke | |
| He is the | |
| Sewer Chewer | |
| He is the | |
| Sewer Chewer |