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- piles of heads lie on the ground
torture them slowly, it would be fun
this evil was committed by someone insane
I feel it run
machete leads the way
all life gone, lying in death’s bed
rot away
I will strike backChorus:
13 more corpses are found
parts of human bodies lay strewn on the ground
tortured eternally—torment inside me
my insides are on the outside of me
as you hear their sinful cries
I rip my way through easy prey
no one hears your cries
the seed of the undead will grow inside - killed the same way
they’ll eat your fucking guts and your brains
resistance now gives way
eye sockets, but no eyes
scattered skulls with oozing brains left unfound
rancid stench of foul decay like never faced before
find me before another is found
the sickness—I’ve left behindChorus:
when it chose me as prey
every last one of them will pay
the snapping and cracking of skeletal remains
the pain severe from severed veins
awful transformation
you play your life to a different sound
devoting my life to mutilation
pus is flowing through my veins - unmarked for none to find
organs and entrails fall to the ground
it was always in your mind
no one heard my cries
through the crack
process of elimination
evil masked in pride
intestinal strangulationChorus:
splashing down onto the floor
he would be the last man they felt, a carnivore
lowered into the ground
deep beneath the ground
feel the power of pain
followers in life
now the villains march in chains
years of malice and strife - body parts dissever—you will see no more
bones and flesh form a mound
grasping to relieve the pain
piles of heads lie on the ground
pray for death to come and get me
they’re all dead, it’s their end today
cannot break free
punishment—my way of lifeChorus:
help me
it is where they need to be
unmarked for none to find
and now he loses his mind
starving for the next attack
the congregation
strengthened by blood, the undead attack
embalmed—five days before - no remorse for the helpless one
caught between life and death, although my body’s dead
walking dead surround
whittling meat from the bones of the dead
hooded man unsheathes his knife
blood splatters onto my face
suffering through a rancid amputation
4 of them aerate his faceChorus:
vivid memories of you remain—in your cremains
pus is flowing through my veins
walking dead surround
deep beneath the ground
peel off her face and frantically chew her eyes
descend upon the village on a mission of death
when the victim dies
the sickness—I’ve left behind