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The sewer's a place where a |
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Ghoul can relax, |
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Comforts abound that the surface just lacks |
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Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes, |
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Barrels of goo; discarded wipes |
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Crumbling corridors covered with slime, |
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Rivers of sewage and trickling brine |
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These caverns are harbouring something undead, |
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Some wretched creation is rearing it's head |
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Hatched from a maggot, he is quite bizarre, |
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He smells like a cess pool but he shreds on guitar |
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He crawled into the catacombs one day |
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I swear we could smell him a mile away |
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He grabbed a guitar and proceeded to kill |
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He blew us away with his mosh riffing skill |
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We welcomed him into our ranks |
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The hood he proudly wore |
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We eagerly present this fiend |
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Ladies and germs, it's |
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Dissector! |
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I came to shred faces |
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And shred them |
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I will With archaic chords |
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That possess you to kill |
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Up from the sewer and into the pit |
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We three now are four and we're taking no shit |
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The villagers won't know what hit them tonight |
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We'll show them the meaning of horror and fright |
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Dissector's axe will cleave them in twain |
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I will dismember and harvest their brains |
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Fermentor will brew up some rot gut to choke |
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Cremator will burn all their corpses to coke |
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He is the |
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Sewer Chewer |
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He is the |
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Sewer Chewer |