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Mutilate, strip the bodies flesh, now beg. |
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Look into my eyes and pray. |
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I am the creator of your grave. |
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Flames are burning through. The skulls we'll crush once more. |
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Death awakens you. Tonight we kill for gore. |
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Masses are burned alive. The bodies rot to dust. |
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Feasting on your limbs, with the stench of shit. |
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You're a fucking waste of life. I've come to kill. |
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Faces putrefy. The dead have risen back to life. |
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We rip the flesh. They torture through the light. |
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Blood will spill. Streets fill black with the darkest nights, to kill. |
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They cleanse the good to spill their guts. |
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Gore is what we killed them for. |
