| Comes from the land where night is day
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| The people live in fear
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| Been this way for oh, so long
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| Another four thousand tears
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| Everyday he hunts to kill
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| You know he can’t help himself
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| Same routine, time after time
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| A way to seize the wealth
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| Drinking blood don’t mean a thing
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| Life means even less
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| Impale your wife, slay your son
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| Another gory mess
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| Born in Hell, left to die
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| Now out for all your blood
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| Living his life, day to day
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| To stake you to the mud
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| What you see, he don’t care
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| Now you bleed, start to stare
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| Cut you down, rip you up
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| Watching warm blood run
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| Crush your skull, strike him well
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| When you land, just impaled
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| Freshly done, there’s no hope
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| Watching warm blood run
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| What you see, he don’t care
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| Now you bleed, start to stare
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| Freshly done, there’s no hope
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| Watching warm blood run
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| Impaler! |