| A moribund procession, rots its way through the streets
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| Eagerly slavering for the essence they’ll secrete
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| Smearing the walls of the world, with mephitic putrescence
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| They drag all within it, to their state of excrescence
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| Necrocracy
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| One nation buried under the debt
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| Necrocracy
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| One nation rotting under the dead
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| Necrocracy
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| A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall
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| Necrocracy
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| With gibbeting and pustules for all
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| Under blighted skies, a foul banner is raised
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| As the feast now begins, for all that decays
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| The reek of the slaughter, mars the smog-stricken skies
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| And the heady thrill of the kill, bloodstains dead livid eyes
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| Necrocracy
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| One nation rabid under the sword
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| Necrocracy
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| One nation ravenous and engorged
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| Necrocracy
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| A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall
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| Necrocracy
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| With gibbeting and pustules for all
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| A morbid chorus cries out, «unlife is now birth»
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| And proclaims its dominion, over all the earth
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| A mordant chorus descants «only the dead truly live»
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| A decrepit decree that we must never forgive
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| Necrocracy
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| One nation gorged to their grue-glutted fill
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| Necrocracy
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| One nation wallows in a cesspool of swill
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| Necrocracy
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| A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall
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| Necrocracy
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| With gibbeting and pustules for all |