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He feeds on the ones that died in the battle |
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When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave |
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The smell of rotten flesh excites his insane mind |
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The stench of decay fills the fiery air |
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Dawn of the cadaver ghoul |
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Only the dead satisfy his soul |
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He likes the sight of all those broken bodies |
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Decapitated corpses are lying all around |
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What's disgusting to us, he finds of beauty |
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The absolute horror is represented through him |
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Dawn of the cadaver ghoul |
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Wicked, awful creature just waiting for you |
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The wars fought by mankind supply his eerie needs |
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He's the king of predators, the instinct of evil |
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The legend passed on by the children that he went insane |
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The perfect mirror for the wrong that is done in this world |
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No one sees the demon when his work is complete |
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Is he just a ghost of all wild stories that are told? |
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Or will he come back when more blood is shed? |
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And will the fear never ever go away from here? |
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He feeds on the ones that died in the battle |
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When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave |
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The smell of rotten flesh excites his insane mind |
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The stench of decay fills the fiery air |
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Dawn of the cadaver ghoul |
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Only the dead satisfy his soul |
