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(Music: Christophe, Lyrics: Sven) |
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Murder |
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I have been embraced by suffering, |
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No longer human, I stalk my prey |
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To kill and gut all surrounding me |
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Humanity in me slips away |
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Into the basement, |
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My own private morgue |
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Necrotic restants are left to devour |
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Lunacy errupts from the world you breed |
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Nothing survives as I consume my meat |
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Depraved in my sea of cartilage |
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I'm draved in gore |
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I have been embraced by suffering, |
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No longer human, I stalk my prey |
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To kill and gut all surrounding me |
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My humanity slips from me |
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Into the basement, |
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My own private morgue |
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Necrotic restants are left to devour |
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Lunacy errupts from the world you breed |
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Nothing survives as I consume my meat |
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Severed head as ornament |
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My collection of the dead |
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Punctured cranial-walls collapse |
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Filled with acid |
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My aphrodisiac... |
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I will not rest... |
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Until I've killed you all |
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I will not rest... |
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Until your head |
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Hangs on the wall of suffering |
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No longer human, it takes control |
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Feelings overwhealming me |
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I have to rid the earth |
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Of human anatomy |
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I will not rest, until i've killed you all |
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Exposed and gutted in my hall of gore |
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Murder the world... let the blood run... free... |
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Infected, by this disease called love |
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I must fill my private morgue |
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Dissecting randomly, |
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Your voluptuous cadaver into soup I'll render |
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Can no longer bear this suffering |
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I am your god, your tortured will |
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No longer human it takes control |
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Destined to torture, mutilate and destroy |
