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Walking through blood and guts, scattered bodies |
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Butchered human remains, a sweet smell of bowels and blood |
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A morbid legion, with a hunger for flesh |
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I see them coming in a trail of death |
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The undead invades, bringer of death |
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They show no mercy when they hunt for flesh |
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Carnal, carnage, increasing, bloodthirst |
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Relentless, gluttony, driven, by flesh |
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Troops of decomposing creatures, prepare for war |
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Forward through, the field of death |
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Crushing spines with an axe, chainsaw decapitation |
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A dagger through the eye, maiming of the enemies |
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Harvest with your axe again, split their brains in half |
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Cut up their infected veins, send them back to their graves |
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The undead invades, bringer of death |
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They show no mercy when they hunt for flesh |
