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I take you on a journey |
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through nightmares to hell |
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you find yourself in wood obscure |
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piercing, dark and sharp |
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it haunts you still renewing |
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your pitiful dismay |
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this death so near i'll feed you |
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with bitter taste decay |
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run |
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stumble upon rotten bodies |
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scream |
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a swarm of flies pours out your mouth |
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i am the hound of hell |
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gaurding the gates |
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dismembering the lost |
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lacerate the abadoned |
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torture the vain |
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i make you bleed a thousand times |
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a thousand painful wounds |
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you find yourself in bones obscure |
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briken splattered croshed |
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i haunt you till your lungs explode |
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my fangs rip out raw flesh |
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my claws cut deep into your bones |
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the journey is your end |
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run |
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stumble upon rotten bodies |
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scream |
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a swarm of flies pours out your mouth |
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i am the hound of hell |
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gaurding the gates |
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dismembering the lost |
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lacerate the abadoned |
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torture the vain |
