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From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to |
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work for me |
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to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out |
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this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved true |
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creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day |
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oppressive rule returns to transcend the weak foundations of man, |
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awakening the undead, immortal servants risen only to eliminate, |
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sinking rotting teeth, screams of the frail as they get devoured |
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carrion corpses running wild, there is no salvation |
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grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound |
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From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead, to |
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work for me |
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to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out |
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this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved true |
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creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day |
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torn apart by the mutated deceased, ripping you apart as your stumps |
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bleed eternally |
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I live on even as your flesh deteriorates, spreading myself among the |
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oblivious populous, infecting everything around with my viral antigene |
