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Waken upon thee. |
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Your mouth fills with dirt. |
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Tortured and you scream. |
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Your veins begin to squirt. |
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Splitting of your spine. |
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The neck will start flush. |
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Tortured and you die. |
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Your skull, I will crush. |
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I see your face in the ground. Face down to death. |
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It's vague to me. Carnage and bodies. |
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Splice the flesh. Hell is upon you. |
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You'll never rest. |
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Hear the crunching of your bones as I twist your limbs apart. |
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Tear out your ribs to expose your beating heart. |
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Slice through your throat. Cut you ear to ear. |
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Taking your life. Death is drawing near. |
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Into the woods I take your still self. Stiff and cold. |
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Trails that lead to a bloody hollow. |
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Your face I hold...dead. |
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Hear the crunching bones. |
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Tearing out your ribs. |
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Reaching for me, |
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You kick and scream. |
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You will not stop me, and I will feed. |
