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In a land where the stench |
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Will never go away |
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An atmosphere of filth clouds the |
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Light of the day. |
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Condemned to rule this land |
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By an oath forced to be sworn. |
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One stands above the rest |
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Prince of a land forlorn. |
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Prince of the land of stench. |
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I will infect you with a curse |
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Immerse you in the bog of stench headfirst |
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My land you will leave drenched |
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I am... PRINCE OF THE LAND OF STENCH! |
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And growing old, you'll see me laugh |
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While pointing grizzled amber staff |
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My thirst for power you will quench |
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I am... PRINCE OF THE LAND OF STENCH! |
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The streets are lined |
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With a mixture of feces and gore. |
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The prince is still not satisfied |
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He's calling out for more! |
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From open windows |
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Cradles will be snatched! |
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From the cliff side down to the boiling sea |
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Infants shall be cast! |
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Wading through mounds of moldering limbs |
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His highness closes in with a smoldering grin. |
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Watch his steps well with an anticipating eye |
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For the moment they stop is the moment you die! |
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Gleefully destroying as he covers you in slime |
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Snaps off your neck to make a crapper (fecal party's a good time!) |
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Your skin is toilet paper and he'll use your bile as lube |
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Next thing you know you're oozing shit like a toothpaste tube! |
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While they all take turns violating your orifi |
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The king and his men crack jokes and high five! |
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Snapping and popping and squelching are the sounds |
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That your insides make as they're passed around! |
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Stench! |
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Bend before my will! |
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You have no hope, no chance to stay alive... |
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So fucking... Break! |
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Beneath my stench! |
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Suffocate! |
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You take a look around and realize that something is not quite right. |
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You take a whiff and then you realize your god forsaken plight: |
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You are trapped in a small room with the prince of the land of stench now |
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And you are left to wonder what you've done to deserve this and how. |
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You're going to die (with excruciating pain) |
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This is the end... |
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And you begin to cry. |
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Why ! |
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But there is no reason known to man |
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You're just another component of the prince's private plan. |
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As the blade sinks deeper into your gut |
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You realize you're nothing but someone else's smut! |
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In a land where the stench will always remain |
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There lives a prince who will never refrain... |
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From dealing forth the damage of a mind warped into filth |
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By a tenure in a land with a stench so vile he has no choice but kill! |
