| Convulsive hunger feeding me
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| Pantries seems empty with bitter meat
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| It’s not only gluttony
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| Wanna carry thousand fellows inside of me
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| Arouses me lecherous, I need to unfold
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| Smashing your body and defile your soul
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| The slightest clue how it must feel
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| Tonight I will find somebody to kill
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| My palate is anxious for the taste of my species
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| Seduced the willing victim to tear it to pieces
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| It’s palpable now and I make it come true
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| It prevails over reason what I’m bound to do
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| Shreds of skin, a sea of pulsing mud
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| Alive anew by your raging death
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| I’m the god of blood for all to see
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| A cannibal of lust — that’s me!
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| This pallid face when his blood oozed out
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| Delightful pain, but there was no doubt
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| We choked his prick, I was drawing the line
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| Narcotic toxication he was gonna be mine
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| How black the sap of disembowels could be
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| My gizzard clenched, started gnawing him
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| The glistening guts embellished the hook
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| I can’t believe how long his agony took
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| The roasted gallbladder smelled like mawkish grease
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| His gore was fetid like a blood disease
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| Where once was a man, is a gnome left now
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| I have done it still not knowing how
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| Shreds of skin, a sea of pulsing mud
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| Alive anew by your raging death
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| I’m the god of blood for all to see
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| A cannibal of lust — that’s me!
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| Chopping his limbs made me sick
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| All blood and bones upon the rick
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| Red secretion, I scuff through veins
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| Dark black water, pungent pain
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| Guts and ichor all around
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| My ears still hear the splintering sound
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| Fibres of nerves and skin remains
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| I will return in crimson rain
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| Nothing for me and for you to regret
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| I really own more than I’ve ever had
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| Looking back in my dark shrine and see
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| A spiritual sin — that’s me!
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| Shreds of skin, a sea of pulsing mud
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| Alive anew by your raging death
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| I’m the god of blood for all to see
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| A cannibal of lust — that’s me!
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| Shreds of skin, a sea of pulsing mud
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| Alive anew by your raging death
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| I’m the god of blood for all to see
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| A cannibal of lust — that’s me |