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Between the tombstones, my body lies, dead |
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Among my remains swarm the maggots |
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Greedily masticate |
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Members dislocate |
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Man feasting on the disinterred corpse |
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Muscles cutted in slices trickle |
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Pus and blood are running from my mouth |
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Greedily masticate |
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Members dislocate |
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Man feasting on the disinterred corpse |
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I can see the scene out of my body |
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Necrophagous |
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Rotting innards, decomposing organs are devoured |
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Night's cruelty and the sight burn my stomach from inside |
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I hear that my soul cries |
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The wind is cold as stone |
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As my complains anse |
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My hangman licks my bones |
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Tasting the light, just trashing the light |
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To forget all the pains |
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I lose my mind in my agony |
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Life and death are drowning in the dark. |