Like a fire
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from the depths of underworld
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I shall rise between life and death
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I march with my hordes, my servants from deep
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to world beyond with those who no more breath
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Unleash our wrath, in blood they shall drown
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even my death can not slow me down
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Hunger of the beast
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Smell of blood fills empty mind
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Rotten, shattered, burned and spoiled
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Sadistic pleasures
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In me they grow and darken my soul
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Predator?s sight, eyes once so bright
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Projecting only darkness
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and see new Era
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Enormous are piles of corpses
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They?re been dismembered
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Their flesh putrifies
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and still they are alive
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Devastation
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No mercy for the damned
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Victims of mortification
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Soon they shall get slayed
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Scavengers
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Fly upon the horrorfields
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Piles of bones and rotting flesh
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My unborn servants feast
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Behold world as it becomes desert
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Eternal pain and darkness
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No hope to be released
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Endless are days of torment
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Forever they suffer deceased
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Rotten, Shattered, Burned and Spoiled
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| Scent Of Flesh |
