[music: Tocha / lyrics: Cyjan]
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The sound of the breaking bones,
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smell of fresh, warm flesh,
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you catch your victim,
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feast of the slaughter.
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His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
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like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.
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Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life.
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It's masterpiece, detailed operation,
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eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing.
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[lead: Maly]
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[lead: Tocha]
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RIP It
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| Dead Infection |
