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On they slay through clouds of death |
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No mercy or no fear |
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The sound of twisting flesh |
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Is the last thing you will hear |
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Take your final breath |
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You dying time is near |
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Fear clutching on the threshold of death |
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Spilling your remains' arrogance |
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Thinking of a way you will die |
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Rip through your flesh and through your bones, obey |
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See you lying limbless, you'll decay |
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Fall amongst the dead, on they slay |
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Eargerness to kill, the meager presence of their sight |
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You know your blood will spill, your end's tonight |
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Praying to be saved, now where's your god? |
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Infest your putrid mind |
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Death calls start tot unwind |
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Beware, for some day soon |
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They'll come to seal your doom |
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Fear clutching on the threshold of death |
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Spilling your remains' arrogance |
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Thinking of a way you will die |
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Rip through your flesh and through your bones, obey |
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See you lying limbless, you'll decay |
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Fall amongst the dead, on they slay |
