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Feasting on the Dead
Dragged into a ditch and savagely beat
Pain untold from my head to my motherfucking feet
I lay there bleeding, barely alive
A slow downfall of insanity in my torn asundered mind
With my final breath I swore revenge
Now your sane door become rusted and unhinged
I am!
Hungry and undead
I am!
Feasting on the dead
I am!
Stinking, full of rot
You will!
Suck my undead cock
You will beg on your knees, please
Among the moonlit trees, freeze
I leave you in the leaves, eaves
By the throat, hold you in the breeze
Squeeze!
When you fight, it makes the worms move inside
A glorious feast for my rotten motherfucking eyes
Make me hard like rigor mortis
With the rot of death I pound you into porridge
Your eyes glaze over in death
The last thing you feel is my lips, my putrid breath
I am!
Hungry and undead
I am!
Feasting on the dead
I am!
Stinking, full of rot
You will!
Suck my undead cock
Pain untold from my head to my motherfucking feet
I lay there bleeding, barely alive
A slow downfall of insanity in my torn asundered mind
With my final breath I swore revenge
Now your sane door become rusted and unhinged
I am!
Hungry and undead
I am!
Feasting on the dead
I am!
Stinking, full of rot
You will!
Suck my undead cock
You will beg on your knees, please
Among the moonlit trees, freeze
I leave you in the leaves, eaves
By the throat, hold you in the breeze
Squeeze!
When you fight, it makes the worms move inside
A glorious feast for my rotten motherfucking eyes
Make me hard like rigor mortis
With the rot of death I pound you into porridge
Your eyes glaze over in death
The last thing you feel is my lips, my putrid breath
I am!
Hungry and undead
I am!
Feasting on the dead
I am!
Stinking, full of rot
You will!
Suck my undead cock
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