beyond the realms of death
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lies beneth the earth a beast
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and all is well
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as he rots in hell
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but he's soon to be released
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in myth made by man
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he's dismissed but not deceased
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and to the church he came
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he saw, he maimed
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and pissed upon the priest
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rawhead, you screamed as you bled
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now your loss is his gain
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as he inhales your final breath
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you're dead, and with no regrets
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he'll gather up your remains
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and drag you down the trail of death
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he thrives upon demise
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with hatred in his eyes
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he came to kill
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and kill he will
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he'll cut you down to size
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there's nowhere left to run
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the game is lost, he's won
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he rips your eyes
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and drinks your cries
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surprise, your dead, your done
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Rawhead
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Pro-Pain |