| A small child burning in a crib
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| I listen to it’s tender flesh burn
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| The screaming has already stopped
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| I stare at the smoldering corpse…
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| And now I remove the skull
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| To keep as my reward
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| I return to my crypt
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| And place it in my shrine
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| An old man drowning in a ditch
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| His lungs fill with water
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| I take pleasure in his death
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| I stare at his bloated corpse…
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| I cut off his head
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| And peel away the flesh
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| I return to my crypt
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| And place it in my shrine
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| Vacant skulls without life surround the coffin where I lie…
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| Reminders of the many lives I’ve taken from this world…
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| I pray to my master, Night, to keep my soul in evil faith…
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| As I die another death, I will await new life!
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| In a darkened crypt
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| His ancient corpse now rots
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| Oblivion has claimed his soul
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| He lies amidst the skulls…
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| The lord of another world
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| The abandoned vampire
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| His shrine remains forever
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| A place of skulls sunseen… |