| Feel the liquid stains on your skin, feel your body decompose.
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| Strip your skin to the bone, inside’s black as tar.
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| Cavities rot with ulcers, brain turns to pus.
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| Tearing and writhing, you can’t escape… this hell!
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| Feel your body rot, rot in putrescence.
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| This is a tribute, to the rotten flesh.
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| A serenade to the maggots in your wounds.
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| Your flesh entwines, as the maggots crawl.
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| Pain has no meaning, pain’s no excuse.
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| You try to cut the cord, try to end all life.
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| Pure smell of death, it’s time to face… your hell!
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| Watch my blade explore, your bloody rotten gore.
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| Vile smell of putrefaction, choking on your body’s fumes.
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| Layers of tissue, peeled from your back.
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| The time has come, for you to burn… in hell! |