| A slight cut to your femoral artery
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| All it takes is a few minutes to die
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| I stalk my victims in the midnight
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| No protection from my slice, no remorse
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| A deep cut to your crushed wind pipe
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| All it takes to stop your frightened breathing quickly
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| Captured you for my sick pleasure
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| No escape, I own you, no return
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| Sentenced to the grave
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| All of you will die
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| No pity for your lives
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| The soul from flesh excised
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| From you
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| Your arm cut off and left to bleed slowly
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| Superficial cuts carved in your face now expressionless
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| One eyeball has gone missing
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| Lips clipped off and both eyelids drooped down off your face
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| The pieces of them thrown to the wild
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| I let the animals scatter your bones and eat your genitalia
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| Nothing left to be found of you, nothing left
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| Sentenced to the grave
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| All of you will die
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| No pity for your lives
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| The soul from flesh excised
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| The knife begins to stab, to stab with each thrust that I make
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| The guts they exit from you, human life I take
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| A knife stuck in your face, a bunch of holes in skin
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| Open up the body for the gift within
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| Your beating heart
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| Your dying brain
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| To hear your screams
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| This lust of mine
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| The gouging of your flesh, a repeated stabbing sound
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| Of my sharpened weapon scrapes against your broken bones
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| I take great pride and pleasure with each one I carve
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| You will be the next sacrificial kill
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| Sentenced to the grave
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| All of you will die
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| No pity for your lives
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| The soul from flesh excised
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| From you
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| Sentenced to the grave
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| All of you will die
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| No pity for your lives
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| The soul from flesh excised |