| It’s a horroday in Haiti, as I’m raised up from the dead
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| Tasting clotted goats bood and long pigs rotten flesh
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| Reborn a tyrant of the soul and created as a slave
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| Longing to find a resting place in my unmade grave
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| Forced to walk the dusty village committing evil, depraved sins
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| Feeding on the living chewing up their sinews, shredding up their tattered skin
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| Woman and children scream in anguish as they watch their helpless men devoured
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| alive
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| Praying to their absent god that we don’t find the refuge in which they try and
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| hide
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| Immortality
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| Without spiritual dimensions
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| Lifeless and soulless and godless death puppet
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| At one with the undead, die and awalk a hell for me
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| Searching further for potential victims
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| My hunger no abating yet
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| Clambering through the carnage seeking human
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| Bounty, sinking my teeth into stringy flesh
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| Chanting rhythms surround me from all sides, high
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| Priests working their dastardly land
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| Immortality
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| Without spiritual dimensions
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| Lifeless and soulless and godless death puppet
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| At one with the undead, die and awalk a hell for me
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| The sweet aroma of death fills
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| The dry heated air
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| The sun bakes my corpse, rotting
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| Dead cells with its powerful glare
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| Slowly falling apart trying to sink
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| Back into my lair
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| Forced forever to walk the earth
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| Undead and without a prayer
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| Paying for my lifetime of wicked deeds the ultimate human sacrifice
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| Right and holy men felling kalibas trees for zombie ritual and evil rites
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| Punishing the sinners with eternal hunger set to walk the earth in a sedated
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| state
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| Feasting on the forbidden fruits the only fuel to sustain
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| My hunger and cure the constant pain |