Penkenheim Punishers

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorise y’all’s neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell.
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of 40,000 years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
or no mere BB coach can resist
another LOF season thriller.

Coach Ryan Mcknight