| You’ll be slaughtered by the beast
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| Deep inside the shadows lies the cellar
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| Where the beast emerges
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| Filth of legend pale and foul
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| You’ll satisfy it’s hellish urges
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| You’ll be slaughtered by the beast
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| Years long ago when the creature arrived
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| The slaughter was brutal, just one left alive
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| A new breed of victims moved into this hell
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| Murders of innocents quickly befell
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| Again there was one left alive like before
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| She soon was turned into the beast’s willing whore
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| A slave to it’s hideous mutated sex
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| She’d kill for this unholy cannibal wretch
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| Bearing it’s voracious young
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| This nightmarish spawning begun
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| Tales of torture and screams
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| Bring unknowing blood offerings
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| See the midnight tour
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| Depicting scenes of carnage from the past
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| The myths are real, you’re next to die
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| Your first visit will be your last
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| You’ll be slaughtered by the beast
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| The ancient civilizations
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| In their temples filled with dread
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| Were linked together with their gods
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| By rivers flowing red
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| Prosperity and power
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| Gained from bodies without heads
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| In sacrifice the balance lies
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| The chosen stricken down
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| The gods' insatiable lust for death
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| Had limits never found
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| Harmony can only exist
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| With corpses on the ground
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| Humans squander greatness
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| The ways of wisdom gone
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| A cancerous shadow looming
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| I must bring back the dawn
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| Selected for this, I am
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| This world screams inside
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| The lambs await my coming
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| I see inside their minds
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| One by one the open minds
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| Are standing by my side
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| Taken from the hand of darkness
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| For sanity they’ve cried
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| Cast aside your past life
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| You have joined the enlightened pride
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| The ancient blood will spill again
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| Our numbers only grow
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| Our temples raised, our hearts are pure
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| The power in us flows
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| I’ll lead my people to the sun
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| The time has come to go
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| The vultures will feed and I will look down
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| On the mangled far below
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| Bone pale, dead moon
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| Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave
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| She walks amongst the carven stones
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| Seeing black, I found the morbid way
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| I heard her call
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| Her funeral moans
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| I was transfixed
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| She took my soul
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| Dread night, crypt trip
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| Following the shadows in my mind
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| Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze
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| Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face
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| Death entwined with beauty
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| She drained my bleeding soul
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| I saw the casket open
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| She is a funeral
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| Grey mist, death kiss
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| In the ground six feet of darkness sighed
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| Drifting down, I heard her laugh
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| As the maggots squirmed between her thighs
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| On the other side of the shattered mirror
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| My world is dark
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| From the corner of my blood red eye
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| Repulsive shadows breed
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| Grave mist swirls and black clouds harbor daggers
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| In this hallucinatory wasteland
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| I hear them crawl
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| Spawned from the pits of a sickening world
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| Breath of the stench of the blackest soil
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| Worm like faces and filth encrusted hands
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| Headstone hiders, casket riders
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| Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| They open up wounds on the cast away dead
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| Leaning down with claws imbedded
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| Inhaling pure death from dessicated heads
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| Grotesquely twisted limbs
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| And wretched minds contort
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| Lifeless eyeballs are removed
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| With the dead unbeating heart
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| They’re crawling
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| Only I can see them
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| They want to eat my eyes
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| But I’ll take them out myself
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| Their feast will be denied
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| Come into our house
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| Within the darkness we are here
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| Everyone who wanders in is sure to disappear
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| The door behind you shuts and locks
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| You smell the stench of death
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| That’s when the hammer crashes down
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| And annihilates your head
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| Your ruined face
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| It leaves a trail of crimson on the floor
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| As your body’s dragged into a room
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| With blood it is adorned
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| The freezer’s full of butchered parts
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| Of others just like you
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| The rats can eat the scraps that drop
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| And then we’ll eat them too
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| We’ve been here for many years
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| Inbreeding in the filth
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| Through ages upon ages
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| Of devouring our kills
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| A naked blood stained light bulb
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| Shows the mating on display
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| Gurgling sounds emit
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| From twisted worm like writhing shapes
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| Here we are in wait for you
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| Deformed and caked in gore
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| This hammer made of lead and concrete |
| Ever hungers more
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| When the hammer meets the bone
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| Your screams have gone unheard
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| When pools of blood are red and deep
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| Survival is absurd
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| There is no sanctuary
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| There is no mercy shown
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| Blunt force smashing is the law
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| Your skull and mind are blown
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| I am the thorns
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| That puncture your skin
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| I am the storm
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| Where your sanity’s been
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| I am the flames
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| That devour your bones
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| I am the ashes
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| Where shadows have grown
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| The arch cadaver turns around
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| Maggots falling from his eyes
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| Surveying pummeled smoldering fields
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| The living turned to clay they’ve met their day
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| No battles fought
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| Just a wave of his hand
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| Death rays and smoke trails
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| Wash over the land
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| Born created conjured spun
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| In webs of foul deeds undone
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| Footsteps crush and shock the ground
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| His fingers point to where you’re bound
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| His head tilts back, his throat agape
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| Look inside and see your fate
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| Bleeding stars and moons rotate
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| In ways that make the strong insane
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| Lidless eyes, orbs of black
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| Doorways to wrath
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| All become one
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| Heaped in great piles of ash
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| Time has taken your living flesh
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| Stolen your last gasping struggling breath
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| Lungs in upheaval, brain in a tomb
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| Becoming sand in a world of gloom
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| No teeth in it’s skull, yet you’re eaten away
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| Your epitaph clearer while tissues decay
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| Your flesh, it turns to dust
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| The dice of bones are carved and cast
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| There’s pain to bring and time to kill
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| There’s cemetery holes to fill
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| Despite your will, you can’t command
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| The reaper’s all ensnaring hand
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| Lying on the floor I realize my fate
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| I’ve become victim, I’ve become hate
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| How did this horrible night come to be
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| Piece by piece it comes after me
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| It catches up and grabs my throat
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| All I see is the head of a goat
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| It’s sharpened fingers slice my face
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| The catch is better than the chase
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| It comes after me
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| Running from the goathead
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| Blood in my eyes, I cannot see
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| Black heart chaser
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| Terror races through my mind
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| Running from the goathead
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| I run with it behind… me
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| Hallways that are long and dark
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| Scratching walls, looking for a door
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| The burns and cuts have left their mark
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| I see others have come before
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| What kind of fate did they meet
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| This evil place cries for more
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| With brutal weapons all are beat
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| To live I must come to the fore
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| Running from the goathead
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| Running from the goathead
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| Running from the goathead |