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My reign beneath the graveyard my |
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kingdom's underground disease of |
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necrophagia child of Ancient Gods. |
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My shape's a living fear my eyes |
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reflecting horror my growl will |
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make you creep. |
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Chorus: |
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Let's all gather under the |
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moonlight prepare our feast this |
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unholy night come my brothers |
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follow my signs this is the feast of |
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ghouls. |
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I growl into your coffin licking my |
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lips for flesh the highest of |
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repulsions the sacrilege of death. |
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I'm the cremator from ashes I've |
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been born you're destined for my |
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supper your corpse is my rebirth. |
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I love to crunch your bones one by |
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one ripping you to shreds suck the |
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eyeballs of your socket feeling the |
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taste. |
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Your tender tongue is a special |
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piece rotten in your mouth your |
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entrails smell delightfully soon |
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will be mine. |
