| Subterranean banishment
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| A purpose of fear that dwells beneath the earth
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| The cries of the immortal realm
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| Call to me to bring you back home
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| The bittersweet succulent taste of souls
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| A pungent flavour to the senses
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| A pitiful sound, a wail of weakness
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| Disgust brought forth from the depths
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| The voices that follow you will be forever embedded until your demise
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| Unknown is the figure that lurks and will stalk you so swiftly deep into the
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| night
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| Run while you still can, I know exactly where you can be found
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| Forever beware He who dwells in grime
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| Brought back from the wastelands
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| To wonder through aeons of cold
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| Vicious thoughts surround you
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| The ones found in your dreams
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| You think your fire will save you now?
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| You feel the coldness I bring?
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| The day of doom has come at last
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| The worms, they dance to the sounds of my song
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| So sensual is the poison that fills up your lungs
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| Centuries of torment wait for you
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| Oh won’t you join me, so deep beneath the swamp?
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| So be prepared demons invade
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| The unspoken be their name
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| The sound of footsteps slither up from behind
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| Forever beware He who dwells in grime |