Your teeth I hacked, the nose I cracked, I shaved your face too well
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Noone can see how you have been, in snow I let you dwell
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For five months you've been buried under ice and snow
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Completely protected from what can cause you harm
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Beauty, your beauty made me steal your face
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Melting out the snow to see the sun
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Gather, around you creatures are gathered
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April the 14th...
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They start to gather, sniffing, humming around your body
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before they can decide where to eat
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Tasting, kissing, caressing your flesh gently
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They want a noble childrens nursery
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The metamorphose of a beauty to a nauseating corpse
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An interesting horde of insects marshing over your face
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Where they finally decide to give birth to their children
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You can expect that your belly will arise
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And worms of high disgust will eat the rest of you
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Beauty, with the eyes your beauty vanished
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You give birth to more than you expected
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Putrid, the springsun make you reek tremendous
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April 19th...
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Weeks goes quickly, flies has left your body
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Perhaps searching for a brand new body
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Gathered Flies
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Defleshed |