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From the fiery pits of hell they rise, leftovers from chemical warfare |
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Legions of the most morbid creatures, they are dead but still alive |
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Drawn to the smell of pus, open wounds that will never heal |
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They need to feed, they need the flesh, infected corpses hunger for blood |
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Fingers boiling from radiation sickness, reach out to desquamate the skin |
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When the flesh stort to decompose, they revel in their human victims |
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Piles of thousand slaughtered corpses, an endless wall of skin and bone |
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Their grotesque path of gluttony, a reek of descomposing flesh |
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Insane by feeding off the dead, they tear the massacred limbs apart |
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Use their teeth to crush the bone, they need the blood |
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No end to suffering |
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They need the blood |
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Emasculate, debauchery, carnal lust, sadistic pleasure |
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Lacerate, ravenous, devouring, rancid entrails |
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Disfigured limbless bodies, ruptured putrid skulls and bowels |
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Revelations of morbidity, a reek of decomposing flesh |
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Drained of all internal meat, left to rot in the sun |
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Conquered by the living dead, they need the blood |
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No end to suffering |
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They need the blood |
