| From the fiery pits of hell they rise, leftovers from chemical warfare
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| Legions of the most morbid creatures, they are dead but still alive
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| Drawn to the smell of pus, open wounds that will never heal
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| They need to feed, they need the flesh, infected corpses hunger for blood
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| Fingers boiling from radiation sickness, reach out to desquamate the skin
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| When the flesh stort to decompose, they revel in their human victims
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| Piles of thousand slaughtered corpses, an endless wall of skin and bone
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| Their grotesque path of gluttony, a reek of descomposing flesh
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| Insane by feeding off the dead, they tear the massacred limbs apart
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| Use their teeth to crush the bone, they need the blood
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| No end to suffering
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| They need the blood
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| Emasculate, debauchery, carnal lust, sadistic pleasure
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| Lacerate, ravenous, devouring, rancid entrails
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| Disfigured limbless bodies, ruptured putrid skulls and bowels
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| Revelations of morbidity, a reek of decomposing flesh
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| Drained of all internal meat, left to rot in the sun
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| Conquered by the living dead, they need the blood
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| No end to suffering
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| They need the blood |