| Headstones overturned and smashed
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| Your fucking corpse I want to thrash
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| The cold, hard ground I hack and slash
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| Coffins torns apart like trash
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| Six feet closer to your doom
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| From this grave I will exhume
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| Horrid flesh my blade consumes
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| As I destroy your earthen tomb!
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| Vacant Grave
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| To remove my rotting prize
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| From the soil the box will rise
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| Disembalm the cadaverized
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| Defile the dead I so despise
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| The pick-axe now unburied
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| Slaughter in the cemetery
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| From the site the corpse is carried
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| The ink still wet on the obituary
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| Vacant Grave
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| Your hands and feet I masticate
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| The body I incinerate
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| A shovel used to decapitate
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| The corpse’s head I obliterate
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| Only pieces they will find
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| Of the carnage so unkind
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| Twisted fragments of your spine
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| At the hole I left behind!
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| Vacant Grave! |