| Risen back from the dead
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| Human fear feeds my suffocating lust
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| Haunting screams fill the night
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| Raped and splattered corpses rise my anger
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| Bodies — worn out — souls falling down
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| Butchery — makes me feel — a sense of release
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| So many years which have passed by
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| And humans seem to be the same
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| Dying with or without feelings
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| Lifeless eyes stare in the dark
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| Waiting while my victims sleep
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| Just another game begins
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| And in their weakest hour
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| I decide their fate
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| Waiting while my victims sleep
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| Just another game begins
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| And in their weakest hour
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| I decide their fate
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| Malice — in my chest — just destroy subsistence
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| Certain death crawling nearer
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| Senseless moments interrupt the strain
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| Smash your body, rape your soul
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| And your nightmare starts again |