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Comes from the land where night is day |
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The people live in fear |
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Been this way for oh so long |
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Another four thousand tears |
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Everyday he hunts to kill |
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You know he can't help himself |
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Same routine time after time |
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A way to seize the wealth |
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Drinking blood don't mean a thing |
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Life means even less |
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Impale your wife, slay your son |
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Another gory mess |
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Born in hell, left to die |
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Now out for all your blood |
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Living his life day to day |
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To stake you to the mud |
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What you see, he don't care |
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Now you bleed, start to stare |
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Cut you down, rip you up |
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Watching warm blood run |
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Crush your skull, strike him well |
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When you land just impaled |
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Freshly done, there's no hope |
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Watching warm blood run |
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What you see, he don't care |
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Now you bleed, start to stare |
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Freshly done, there's no hope |
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Watching warm blood run |
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ImpalerImpaler |
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ImpalerImpaler |
