| Blood draining from the brain, unstoppable leak
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| Red river, running true, from the remains
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| Strung up! |
| Six liters pumped free
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| Throat cut! |
| Phlebotomy empties your veins
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| Heart stops! |
| Your struggle for consciousness is futile
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| Fading into hell!
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| Piled up, inches high, can’t resist, the Grim’s a sick
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| Death comes out for every soul, raging blade, no control
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| Killing is most gruesome thing — your body hangs, as I drink
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| Flesh is not what disappears, your soul departs, gone forever
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| From! |
| This! |
| World!
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| There will be no regrets, no remorse
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| No mercy, Take this life from you
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| Dragged across the floors of hell
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| No reprieve, can’t escape the blade
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| Death in vain, you deserve
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| Gorged out eyes, there’s no light for you
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| Nothing less, nothing more, your soul will burn, there is no return!
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| Every pain, misery, stains the blade, no peace can be
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| Unending! |
| Bloodletting!
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| You’ve forced my hand, I will not heed!
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| Phlebotomized! |
| Surrender the sanguine sacrifice!
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| Phlebotomized! |
| Draining you empty; |
| YOUR BLOOD IS MINE! |