| Dig up your bones
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| Bring us your heads and your young
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| Cruel truth crawling
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| On the fields of burning homes
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| Rise into rottendom
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| Through piles of gut and blood
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| 'Come Hellstorms and tornadoes
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| Cure this world right to the … Bone
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| They walk this earth like a fever
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| 'Come plague and fire to your towns
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| The dead — zombie supreme
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| In harrowing waves
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| The call towards the abattoirs
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| Be silent now… Be dead they call
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| Bring out the beasts
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| Bring out the butchers from the dark
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| Bring them to the slaughter-pens
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| Open wide and let them in
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| The dead — zombie supreme
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| Inescapable doom
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| Lavished onto earth in hideous details
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| You will rot in the streets
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| You will rot in your beds
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| As acid storms
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| Leaves monuments of flesh
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| Rise necrophilia
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| Through rictus howls of death
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| Force-fed limbs from mass-graves
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| 'Come cleanse this world of flesh
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| «And the rivers ran black with corpses…» |