| With grinning mouths full of teeth
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| Sharp as the edge of a blade
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| Thirst for blood
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| Thirst for sacrifice
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| A slip, a fall, flesh touch the ground
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| Horrific laughs and sounds of terror
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| From the shadows they appear
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| To capture whom is near
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| To drag away, the unlucky chump
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| Right down under a fallen tree stump
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| The lurker arises to smell the meat
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| He has begun to tire of wheat
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| Which filled his belly for weeks and months
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| An orgy of flesh, and all is gone
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| Remaining bones are ground to flour
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| And now cover the mountains all four
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| In the realm of the lurker
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| A supreme abomination of lust
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| The darkness falls and the lurker
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| Awakes, calling his army of imps
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| A darkening forest, full of demons
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| Seared limb from limb
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| In every bush, in every tree
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| Eyes glowing bright
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| Watching, and waiting for a
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| Foot placed wrong
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| They hunger for a feast tonight
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| A woman now gone
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| But still you can hear her song
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| Echoing thru the pine trees crust
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| As the lurker still takes her with lust
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| She cannot flee from the nightmare awake
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| Just lie there and take it and shake
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| Violation of a woman’s womb
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| As she get her virginity succumbed |