As I dwell in utter darkness,
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where death's my only friend
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As I emerge from the pits,
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where the rotting corpses dance
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Blood, pus, slime and faeces,
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drip from all my holes
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My lust for flesh is fulfilled,
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as I tear your soul apart
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The sound of, your spine,
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being broken by my hands
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Makes me, so hard,
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this erection, can't be ignored
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Feel my, maggot-, infested cock,
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between your legs
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I pull out, I cum blood,
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in your dismembered face
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I am the walking dead,
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I live, to kill
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No remorse, no regrets,
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it's just my way, of killing time
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I feast, on your flesh,
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to make the pain, go away
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The suffering, the intense suffering,
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it tortures me, every day
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[Chorus]
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Stare into my eyes,
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and you will understand;
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Fulci wrote no fiction;
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the dead walk...once again.
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[Repeat 2nd verse]
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[Repeat chorus]
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In Utter Darkness
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| Thanatos |
