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Dead decayed now in the cold ground |
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You can't hear me |
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And I'm screaming your name |
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Why you have gone? |
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Away from me |
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Away to the grave |
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Now it is empty |
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This soul of mine |
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I have been chosen to murder the living |
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I have been chosen to kill you slowly |
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It grips me, the sickness that now dwells |
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The brutal hacking motion of my knife blade |
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Your young wife is now killed by my hand |
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To entomb and unearth in 18 days |
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I will fuck the decayed |
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The stench of the open grave |
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The corpse calls my name |
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On my cock a pus filled cunt |
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Leaks my juice down her throat |
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You're dead decayed now |
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In the cold ground |
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Ripening |
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You're dead decayed now |
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In the cold ground |
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Wait for me |
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You're dead decayed now |
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In the cold ground |
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Ripening |
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You're dead decayed now |
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In the cold ground |
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Ripe for me |
