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Conception, of sickness |
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The blackest of souls |
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Creation, revolting |
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These eyes see death eternal |
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The wretched stench gives me the life force to slay you |
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The depths in which I dwell would cause a stalwart soul to tremble |
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Lecherous intent is the driving force within me |
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The dying screams of victims, a ravenous atonement |
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Abduction of a helpless pawn, over and over |
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I force the rusty knife inside, over and over |
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The blood sprays across my face, over and over |
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The urge to feed consumes my brain, over and over |
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Conception, of sickness |
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The blackest of souls |
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Creation, revolting |
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These eyes see death eternal |
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Gorging chunks of steaming meat |
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The sickening urge is now complete |
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But wait a new idea has sprungI'll fuck the dead until I cum |
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The pounding, the thrusting, the pleasure, disgusting |
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The violence, the torture, indulge me, forever |
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The pounding, the thrusting, the pleasure, disgusting |
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The violence, the torture, indulge me, forever |