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I cannot count the number you'll reproduce |
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From the violation, an art that is ages old |
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One thing is all I have left to give to you |
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My seed, and the birth will follow suit |
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Heart, I'll have your heart |
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They'll rip your heart from you |
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And throw it on the ground |
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I have seen all of your petty crosses tonight |
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They'll never stop the likes of me |
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Her belly grows and she begins to scream in agony |
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Her vagina splits, and her offspring drop to the floor |
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Blood, I want what's owed me |
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Blood, I'll have what's owed me |
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There is a shadow, and it's moving in the dark |
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Moving silently, until it can taste its prey |
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It is upon her now, her eyes are horrorstruck |
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Blood, I have my blood |
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It's in her breat, it's flowing fresh for me |
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Morbid nourishment |
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One, that's all she's had |
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Wait there's one more, wait, there's two more. |
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Heart, I'll have your heart |
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They'll rip your heart from you |
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And throw it on the ground |
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Now that you have finished giving birth |
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You're the mother of mans downfall |
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Blood spurts from the gaping wound that used to be her breast |
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Cry out, that breath will be your last |
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Heart for a heart |
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Heart for a heart |
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Dying now the whore looks for us |
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But we're not there anymore |