| Obsession with the dead has led me to seek out the physical pleasures of murder
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| Shredding the populace in an attempt to examine orifices
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| Beyond bloodshed
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| Unquenchable thirst of the dead
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| Over indulgence of cavities has caused me to use their limbs instead
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| No solace or salvation in this abysmal revelry
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| Defilement of life
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| Carnage amidst carnality
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| I drag myself, exhausted, through the pool of red
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| For now I lay to rest atop the mound of the dead
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| Man must die. |
| In my cold bloody hands they will writhe
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| Man must die
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| Sworn to the blade
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| Fateful worship of graves
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| The next severed carcass is all that I crave
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| Beyond bloodshed
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| Unquenchable thirst of the dead
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| Over indulgence of cavities has caused me to use their limbs instead
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| No solace or salvation in this abysmal revelry
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| Defilement of life
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| Carnage amidst carnality
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| Man must die. |
| In my cold and bloody hands they will writhe
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| Man must die
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| The apex of contentment
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| Avarice within gluttony
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| Through flesh, bone and sinew I will instill the urge to kill
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| Man must die
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| No solace or salvation
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| Defilement of life
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| Man must die
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| Carnage amidst carnality |