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Enter the crypts of hell, to impregnate the dead |
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Fresh burial sight, my hunger grows tonight |
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Undying lust for cadaverous molestation |
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sights of death building my sensations |
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Ferocious need for decomposing bodies |
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Sex with the dead now I must breed |
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Within the stiff corpse planting my seed |
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The taste of formaldahyde, smell of the rot |
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Suck out the goo, feast on her crotch |
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Raging fires of hell, burning through my soul |
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My love for a dead ****, what I cannot control |
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The child soon will rise, all evil will survive |
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Birth through death |
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The newborn needs a feast, its mother is the meal |
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Chomping on her flesh, his teeth tearing her skin |
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I love to **** the dead, demons in my head |
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Tearing at my brain |
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I love to **** the dead, demons in my head |
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Tearing at my brain |
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Bleeding sores beginning to stench |
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While you lick the festering stump |
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Green infection discharging puss |
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Devour the putrid afterbirth |
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Sex with the dead now I must breed |
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Within the stiff corpse planting my seed |
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The taste of formaldahyde, smell of the rot |
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Suck out the goo, feast on her crotch |
