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Where shall I keep the bodies |
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Somewhere deep inside the earth |
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I have a place I know to take them |
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It is unknown to the living man |
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A cavern, a den for boars |
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They will have a feast upon delivery |
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Three hundred corpses will feed the horde |
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I am looking forward to listening |
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As the boars devour the dead in delight |
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I will record the sounds as they eat |
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It makes me laugh to think about |
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There is almost an endless supply |
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That I can provide for the beast |
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I will call this place the abysmal den |
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At times I wish I were one of them |
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Desecrating human flesh, filling on blood |
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It thrills me to watch the fury |
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Each time I give them more |
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Relentless attack on each other is strange |
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Though the feeble minded creatures breed |
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And I feed them more and more |