| In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the
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| Remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will
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| Undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that
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| Tonight I will be thrashing… Exhumed from the shelter of earth’s dusty
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| Embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without
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| Compunction, just pure feriocity… Consumed and left to welter, In shredded
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| Entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk
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| From the grave that I’ve trampled to dust… Caskets uprooted, mausoleums
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| Stained red, Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A
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| Tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to
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| Split this… Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath, The carcass is maimed
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| Cleft by pick-axe, halved, quartered and smashed, The gravesite’s in flames
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| Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the
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| Entombed, The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the
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| Gloom… Riding high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal
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| Plunderm I’ll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found
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| The deadest of the dead… Your insipid epitaph rots, In the dead-letter file
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| A necrophile’s smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The decrepit
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| Laughter echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed
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| But in peace you’ll never rot… Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and
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| Depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death
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| The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering
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| Corpse whose demise has at last brought her… Under the blade, she’s carved
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| Up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I hack up the slayed, Who
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| No one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled, I
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| Destroy the interred, One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I’m an
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| Unholy terror… Riding high six feet down, Finding my niche in a hole in the
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| Ground, One step over the dead-line I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am
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| The deadest of the dead… |