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Corpses allured by the funeral bell |
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Under the lid rotten limbs will dispel |
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Scratching, crawling for the surface ever calling |
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Soil to the wind as coffin walls fall in |
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None so vile |
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The revenants rise on the doomsday |
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From dust to flesh |
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Twisted through decay |
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In hideous stare |
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Shadows rise to the sky |
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Nursing paranoia |
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Urine rains from up high |
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Ridden with filth from beyond the veil |
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Insane is the blare that comes riding on the gale |
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Blackest bile |
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Spewing from their veins |
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From ashes to blood |
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Leaping remains |
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Reeking of mold and bloodshot in eye |
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Hordes of disgust fuck peace till it's oh so dry |
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Undead parade |
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A summoning through the never |
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On a left hand path |
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Global fucking bloodbath |
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Present yet unseen |
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The one with horns |
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Candles all thirteen |
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The scent of thorns |
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Denial of the living |
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Slaughter of the womb |
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Six feet under |
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Remnants of the tomb |
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Total death exhumed |
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Walk the earth |
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Calamity souls pervade |
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Walk the earth |
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Millions of deaths portrayed |
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Insane hallucinations with every breath |
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Excavating pits of abysmal death |
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With every dawn a stillborn sun shall rise |
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Suffer life eternal in disguise |
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Only death is real |