Nilbog Nightmare from Third Strike by Jurn

Pack up the car, we're leavin' town,
Vacation spot where death is found.
Grandpa’s ghost says turn around,
But no one hears, we’re goblin-bound!

(Pre-Chorus)
Green pies, soft lies,
Don’t eat the food or you’ll liquefy!
They're not trolls, they wear a mask,
This ain't no town, it’s a demon trap!

(Chorus)
They’re eating her… then they’re eating me!
Oh my God, it’s insanity!
A goblin curse, a veggie fate,
Turn to slime and seal your fate!

(Verse 2)
Arnold screams, but no one cares,
Trapped inside a witch’s lair.
Turned to wood, can’t break free,
Now he's fertilizer for the goblin feast!


Corn on the cob, the queen’s delight,
Popcorn shower, twisted night.
You can’t piss on hospitality,
I WON’T ALLOW IT! You’re stuck with me!

They’re eating her… then they’re eating me!
Oh my God, it’s insanity!
A goblin curse, a veggie fate,
Turn to slime and seal your fate!

Nilbog, Nilbog, town of lies,
Stay too long and you won’t survive.
Meat is evil, green is pure,
Take one bite, you’re never cured!

• Horror
• Punk
• garage punk
• horror punk
• indie punk rock
• Amityville