| Who wields the sword with greater skill?
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| 'Tis I, for see your blood I spill
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| My hunger calls, your spirit falls
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| Now I go in for the kill
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| Now see the soil soaked in red
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| The broken bodies lying dead
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| So great my ire, start not the fire
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| Rather eat it raw instead
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| Gluttony, engage my primal lust
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| Savagery, dark ritual unjust
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| Maim and maul, heed not the cries of pain
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| Devour, and feed till naught remain
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| Feast of flesh
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| Butchered carcass
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| Prepare the feast of flesh
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| What are you craving?
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| Feast of flesh
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| Carnage and death
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| Indulge the feast of flesh
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| In blood we’re bathing
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| Rise up you cowards whence you dwell
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| There is a story I must tell
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| Not etched in stone, but from the bone
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| Tonight, we all dine in Hell
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| We relish living for the thrill
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| From all the fear that we instil
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| Fire up the forge, time to engorge
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| Never cease to have our fill
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| Gluttony, engage our primal lust
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| Savagery, dark ritual unjust
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| Maim and maul, heed not the cries of pain
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| Devour, and feed till naught remain
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| Feast of flesh, butchered carcass
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| Prepare the feast of flesh
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| What are you craving?
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| Feast of flesh, carnage and death
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| Indulge the feast of flesh
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| In blood were bathing
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| Gluttony, engage our primal lust
|
| Savagery, dark ritual unjust
|
| Maim and maul, heed not the cries of pain
|
| Devour, and feed till naught remain
|
| Feast of flesh, butchered carcass
|
| Prepare the feast of flesh
|
| What are you craving?
|
| Feast of flesh, carnage and death
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| Indulge the feast of flesh
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| In blood we’re bathing |