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Lanmo
Whose fear has died in the car accident
and whose voice been ruptured the blood
whose hungry stomach grumbles for a bread
whose lusty lips demand only a drop of blood
whose child snatches meat from their dogs
whose days start at night and die everyday
pouring the meat with blood and jugs of water
a nightwalker has just escaped his grave today
to bring peace and zombie together a bloody bath
an iron gate so true to quark the dead serpent
just remember the days when i was in grave
days are gone and I am on,hungry again..
Looking for the next prey..
and whose voice been ruptured the blood
whose hungry stomach grumbles for a bread
whose lusty lips demand only a drop of blood
whose child snatches meat from their dogs
whose days start at night and die everyday
pouring the meat with blood and jugs of water
a nightwalker has just escaped his grave today
to bring peace and zombie together a bloody bath
an iron gate so true to quark the dead serpent
just remember the days when i was in grave
days are gone and I am on,hungry again..
Looking for the next prey..
Published 15th Aug 2013
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