| All who walk 'mongst the graves through the murk and the gloom
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| You that crawl to the depths of the filth in the tomb
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| So obsessed with the fruits of the autopsy room
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| Heed this carrion call, join with the exhumed
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| A voice descanting dirges
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| Upon dead ears these requiems fall
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| The cacophony of our vilest urges
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| Indulge them one, indulge them all
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| Come six feet deep to our level
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| And heed this carrion call
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| Join this repugnant revel
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| Heed the carrion call
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| Those who shudder at filth but can’t turn away
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| Deaf to love songs that but cloy and betray
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| When life is a tomb you can do naught but decay
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| Heed this carrion call to snatch your carcass away
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| A voice descanting dirges
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| Upon dead ears these requiems fall
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| The cacophony of our vilest urges
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| Indulge them one, indulge them all
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| Come six feet deep to our level
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| And heed this carrion call
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| Join this repugnant revel
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| Heed the carrion call
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| The carrion call — ringing out long and clear, foul and loud
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| The carrion call — an intoxicating reek spreads like a noxious cloud
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| The carrion call — a blast of fetid, stinking, putrid air
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| The carrion call — you reek to high heaven, but you no longer care
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| Join with the dead, hold high your severed head
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| From our graves to the streets we’re inexorably led
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| Stink through the night as we paint the town red
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| Awash in the ichor we’ve all willingly bled
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| A voice descanting dirges
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| Upon dead ears these requiems fall
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| The cacophony of our vilest urges
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| Indulge them one, indulge them all
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| Come six feet deep to our level
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| And heed this carrion call
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| Join this repugnant revel
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| Heed the carrion call |