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Black is the night full is the moon |
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Picking the flesh from my teeth |
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The thick fog rises midnight is soon |
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Prowling the streets stalking for meat as the necrophiliac |
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You cannot hide because |
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I will find you |
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And you will rot |
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Approaching my victim |
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I make my advance |
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My eyes have her entranced |
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With hands cold as death and skin white as bone |
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Fangs are injected draining her blood the whore lies in pain |
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With ripped out tendons and the marks of hell |
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She will rot |
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The thick fog is rising up to the moon |
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The coffin opens |
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I am the one who rises from the grave |
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To drink the blood of the living |
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Feeding the maggots leftover flesh |
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It's frightening to know that |
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I am dead |
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And as the prince of hell |
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I'm calling you |
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Blood on the floor, blood in my mouth |
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I love the taste of death |
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Decaying afterbirth falls from her face |
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To all of you people who do not believe |
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I'm my sorcery from hell |
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Held in my bondage and tortured to death |
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And you will rot! |
