| Pluck out your precious eyes and eat them.
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| Scratch your teethridge with dirty knifes.
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| Experiments with a sick mind, a carrion kind.
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| Explosion made dark visions come true.
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| Awoken… From coffins, seeking flesh.
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| Before you scream… Your throat will be eaten.
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| Bloodbath, severed flesh and chopped up bones.
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| Hordes of living dead are walking through.
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| Pitchfork rammed in your throat.
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| Knifes plunge in your body.
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| Blood flows down your feet.
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| Awoken… From coffins, seeking flesh.
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| Before you scream… Your throat will be eaten.
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| They are rising up… From coffins, seeking flesh.
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| Blood will flow… As the undead walk the earth
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| The soulless is mine.
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| I am the dawn of all unknown.
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| The sickness is mine.
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| Blood seeps from your wounds.
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| Burn the cross, there is no need for it.
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| Sickening worlds now entwine the darkest goat.
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| Embrace yourself within damnation.
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| Smell the putrid stench of the mangled flesh. |