| Decay, distinct and putrid
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| Moldering remnants compel
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| Fetor, the stench entices me
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| Singular insanity guiding me, driving me
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| Consume the putrefied rot
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| Bodies of the dead
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| Nourish me
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| Madness, obsessive hunger
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| Sickening urges demand
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| Offal, I crave voraciously
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| Cadaver in the cemetery beckoning, summoning
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| Ghastly fumes diffuse retch
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| Flowing from within
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| I must drink
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| Hideous ichor drips from the coffin
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| Inside the corpse has stirred
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| Horrors within my sustenance
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| But is is truly dead?
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| Hideous ichor exudes from the crypt
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| Necrotic but somehow alive
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| The eyes of the dead blankly stare
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| But did it truly die?
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| Siphoning of the blood
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| Plunging my hands in rot
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| Macabre desire, death
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| Macabre desire, death
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| Feeding this ghoulish urge
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| To give me strength this way
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| Macabre desire, death
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| Macabre desire, death
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| Was I hunting it
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| Or was it luring me
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| Macabre desire, death
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| Macabre desire, death
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| Hideous ichor drips from the coffin
|
| Inside the corpse has stirred
|
| Horrors within my sustenance
|
| But is is truly dead?
|
| Hideous ichor exudes from the crypt
|
| Necrotic but somehow alive
|
| The eyes of the dead blankly stare
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| But did it truly die? |