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A beast so vile, you can feel him breathing on you |
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Staring at you, his eyes are eclipsed |
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An abomination |
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Was he left here, or just made here? |
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I can feel him at my doorstep |
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Killing gently |
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Oh so swiftly |
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Abruptly ending journal entries |
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Hints at death |
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An abomination |
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Was he left here, or just made here? |
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I can smell his rotting flesh |
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Seeking vengeance for the curse he was fed |
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Not of this world, but one of the dead |
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Pray to your deity that tonight he's not feeding |
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And that your children don't have the same fate |
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Condemned to a life of misery |
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From a time with no history |
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Not bound to where he sleeps |
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Yet he always returns to me |
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Sent here from the very depths of hell |
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Return to where you rest tonight |
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And bid farewell... |
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The taker of armies won't rest 'til the morning |
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Rise up to your calling, be one with the fallen |
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The horror is coming, so pack your belongings |
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And go to hell! |
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Under this city lies a hidden horror |
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What do you want from me? |
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Human torture |
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As if the pain wasn't enough |
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God damn |
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I'm a mess |
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When will this stop? |
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I can't take it |
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I'm near the edge |
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Just dig a ditch |
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And throw me in |
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Fuck your gods, |
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Who needs them anyway? |
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Limbs sewn from the beast of another |
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What is real and what is undiscovered |
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Limbs sewn from the beast of another |
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You'll be the last to witness the Dunwich Horror |
