| The killing is endless
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| The mutants relentless
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| Maiming, impaling
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| Gutting and eating
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| No shelter to hide
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| From their piercing eyes
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| Stronger than evil
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| These mutant creations
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| Made of flesh, bones and blood
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| A palace of death standing tall
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| Built to condemn mere humans
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| Death to all…
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| Invoking the spirit to guide the dark
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| Seeking the womb
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| To carry our doom
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| A woman so pure, clean, untainted
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| Is needed for our fulfillment
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| Made of flesh, bones and blood
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| A palace of death standing tall
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| Built to condemn mere humans
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| And death to all…
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| Carrion signs, such an Altarpiece
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| Your smell draws them like flies
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| Unreal they scream
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| And fall through the skies
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| A sigh of relief when Death hits
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| Made of flesh, bones and blood
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| A palace of death standing tall
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| Face to face with the destiny at hand
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| Not many left for their glorious feast
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| Unreal they scream
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| And fall through the skies
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| A sigh of relief when Death hits
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| Made of flesh, bones and blood
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| A palace of death standing tall |