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I am obsessed by the grave |
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Born in the shadow of death |
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Blessed with a vampire rage |
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My touch is Azrael's breath |
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Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards |
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Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs |
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Haunting in the dark, these places many years |
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Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon |
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Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate |
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Opening the lid and catch the smell of death |
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Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest |
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I want to maim the corpse, with my steel artifact |
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I am obsessed by the grave |
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Born in the shadow of death |
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Blessed with a vampire rage |
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My touch is Azrael's breath |
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Cut the strip of flesh, from the pale corpse |
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In the bloody morgue, before it's being buried |
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Feeding on the dead, flesh, blood and ashes |
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Consuming the deceased, necrophagious feast |
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Preying on humans misanthropic urge |
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Homicidal maniac, on a random killing spree |
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Assault them in the house, shoot them in the head |
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Crush the ****ing skull, I want to see them bleed |
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Welcome to my temple of death |
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Worship my skelethal shrine |
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With bones of the dead decorated |
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To death and the evil I am dedicated |
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Sigils of Satan inscribe my body |
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Confirm my allegiance with him |
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I made a pact and ritualized |
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Evoked the demons in sinister rites |
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Torture animals to express my malice |
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Thoughman is a more worthy prey |
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I show contempt for your weak kind |
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Hatred is, my only way |
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No regret of the mayhem I've spread |
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The murderous snake is uncoiled |
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Misanthropic thoughts rule my mind |
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I am heir to the ancient bloodline |
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Power and submission make up my world |
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Ghoulishness, I celebrate |
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Torture, bloodlust, without-end |
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I crave the stench of decay |
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I obtained blessings from the other side |
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Done the deeds of which many dreamt |
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I have seen the belly of the beast |
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But now the vampire roams again |
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I am obsessed by the grave |
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Born in the shadow of death |
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Blessed with a vampire rage |
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My touch is Azrael's breath |
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Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards |
|
Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs |
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Haunting in the dark, these places many years |
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Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon |
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Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate |
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Opening the lid and catch the smell of death |
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Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest |
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I want to maim the corpse, with my steel artifact |
