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The blood red sun peaks above the clouded sky, a mid summer cry |
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The moon leaves nightmares and not dreams, a mid summer's scream |
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Through the fallen leaves of October, across the plains I drag you |
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Lifeless, molested and mud-caked, beaten, black and blue |
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Your death last night was deranged, the same as my victims before |
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Everyday for me is pain, Horrific Distain... |
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Lurching, crouching, to make my way through, another victim, my collection I will add to |
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An idol made of carnage, stitch together all the parts |
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Like pieces of a puzzle and a bucket full of hearts |
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Slicing, dicing, hack and tear |
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My axe is swinging everywhere, bones are broke |
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And skin is seared, anguish in a bloody tear |
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Dying in a sick despair, murdering without a care |
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On Halloween, the night to scare, your blood will shower through the air |
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A swamp of starving piranhas, mosquito's with sick intentions |
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Rabid wolves with rabies must feast, vulture's collect the carnage |
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It smells like shit inside his cavern, lined and laced with corpses |
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Human parts as walls of plaster, leaking freshly spilling blood |
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Slicing, dicing, rip and tear, butchery without a care, screaming victims you will hear |
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The dead of night, I'm always there, lurking in the dark and near the boogieman |
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The one you fear, on Halloween the night to scare, your blood will shower through the air |
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Eyes would be drawn to you, if you lived among the normal world |
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Terror always fills their hearts, some of them have even died of fright |
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It was an easy way to make a kill, this one was a freebee still |
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I fucked her since she's dead anyway, dead women will never say no |
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Torment glazed the eyes of the next, I put a hatchet in her head and an axe in her chest |
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Now as I bring them to my tomb far away, they'll never see a grave |
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'cause they're my toys to play with |
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Gators with jaws that drip blood, leeches eat flesh in the mud |
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Mountain bears to beat you senseless, hungry lions suck your bones fresh |
