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Here they come |
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No chance of stopping them now |
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Trudging forward |
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On a quest - for human flesh |
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Panic is a catalyst |
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They crave limbs - to rip and twist |
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Now soon to be within - their grasp |
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Run - the chase begins |
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Terror - they're closing in |
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Must attempt to refrain from defeat |
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Done - fallen to the ground |
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Clawing - disturbing sounds |
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Can't escape the gnashing of their teeth |
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Tearing off the outer skin to invade the inside |
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Sanguinary mastication now the pain is increased |
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Slashing of the arteries, completely defiled |
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Bleeding out and soon to rot - carrion feast |
| [2x] |
They cannot stop the craving for more blood!!! |
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Attacking with no sign of remorse |
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Nothing can stop this showing of force |
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A virulent onslaught - rotten, decayed |
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As they continue to feed on the corpse |
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[Solo: Barrett] |
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Attacking with no sign of remorse |
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Nothing can stop this showing of force |
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A virulent onslaught - rotten, decayed |
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As they continue to feed on the corpse |
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Onward - to feed |
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Never will the cycle end |
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Only bones are left behind |
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Cannot stop this craving for more blood!!! |