| An open wound for disease
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| The poison junk that you bleed
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| A parasite to your broken skin
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| Heretic urge in your brain
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| To pump the hate through your veins
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| And feed the lust of your necro sins
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| It’s a sign for the demons in the hollow
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| Blood red is the path we have to follow
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| The armies of the dead march unforgiving
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| Red web is the haven for the living
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| Violent drug holocaust
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| A mutant vision of war
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| A soul dismembered by paranoia
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| An evil mind full of rage
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| A world so battered and slain
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| The charred remains of the perfect horror
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| It’s a sign for the demons in the hollow
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| Blood red is the path we have to follow
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| The armies of the dead march unforgiving
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| Red web is the haven for the living
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| Open your eyes to a world that belies all the faces of death and destruction
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| Deep in your head there’s a little red web that was weaved by the corpse of
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| corruption
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| Disciples of the red web
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| Will come to bury the dead
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| And burn the flesh of the weak and broken
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| Macabre age of the damned
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| Will close the skeletal hand
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| And heed the ancient command that’s spoken
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| It’s a sign for the demons in the hollow
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| Blood red is the path we have to follow
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| The armies of the dead march unforgiving
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| Red web is the haven for the living |