| Here they come
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| No chance of stopping them now
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| Trudging forward
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| On a quest — for human flesh
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| Panic is a catalyst
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| They crave limbs to rip and twist
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| Now soon to be within their grasp
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| Run—the chase begins
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| Terror—they're closing in
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| Must attempt to refrain from defeat
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| Done—fallen to the ground
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| Clawing—disturbing sounds
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| Can’t escape the gnashing of their teeth
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| Tearing off the outer skin to invade the inside
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| Sanguinary mastication now the pain is increased
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| Slashing of the arteries, completely defiled
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| Bleeding out and soon to rot, carrion feast
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| They cannot stop the craving for more blood
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| Attacking with no sign of remorse
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| Nothing can stop this showing of force
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| A virulent onslaught—rotten, decayed
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| As they continue to feed on the corpse
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| Attacking with no sign of remorse
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| Nothing can stop this showing of force
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| A virulent onslaught, rotten, decayed
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| As they continue to feed on the corpse
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| Onward to feed
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| Never will the cycle end
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| Only bones are left behind
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| Cannot stop this craving for more blood! |