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Suicidal preacher hangs himself |
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Unfaithful servant goes straight to hell |
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When he returns, your life will end |
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Down from the skies maggots descend |
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Least expecting his horrible face |
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Your decayed guts you soon will taste |
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Unholy feeling grows deep inside |
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Choking on your guts you open wide |
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Regurgitated guts |
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Satisfy his needs |
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Regurgitated guts |
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Now you're gonna bleed |
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Visions of death are growing clear |
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Life as a corpse is what you fear |
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Searching through the graves to be set free |
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From the curse of the priest that's come to be |
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So unaware of what's to come |
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Your guts are his when he is done |
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Reaching for your cross to end this pain |
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Your life and blood he will have drained |
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In his trance |
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Your eyes they bleed |
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Your guts come forth |
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For his own need |
