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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. |
