| Black dread, undead
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| Crawling from the crypts
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| Ragged claws scratch coffin lids
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| A rancid stink as tombs emit
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| Tongues slick over glutinous lips
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| With blood lust in their minds
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| We grab our decks and grab our dicks
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| Drop in and bust a grind
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| Smash our boards into the undead hoards
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| The rotten fiends are gored… Shred the Dead
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| Mushed up guts are stuck all in our trucks
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| But we don’t give a fuck… Shred the Dead
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| One-eyed wallride
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| Drunken mutants shred the gnar
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| Collapsing clotted craniums
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| With kick-flips eldritch and bizarre
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| Unfazed by the fusillade
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| Blitzkrieg from the dead brigade
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| They’ll never stop until we die
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| So send them back into the grave
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| Smash our boards into the undead hoards
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| The rotten fiends are gored… Shred the Dead
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| Mushed up guts are stuck all in our trucks
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| But we don’t give a fuck… Shred the Dead
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| We launch into the fray with rusty axes set to «slay»
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| And shatter each and every vertebrae
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| McTwist was missed, busted ankle, broken wrist
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| Dentures cracked as concrete’s kissed
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| Crash the swarm of wretched shambling forms
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| Ripened limbs are torn… Shred the Dead
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| Maggots creamed as mildewed skulls are reamed
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| And every cube is gleamed… Shred the Dead
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| Backs to the Wall against the undead thrall
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| So let’s just kill 'em all… Shred the Dead
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| Clouds of flies as bodies pile up high
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| And our escape is nigh… Shred the Dead |