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MASTER OF MUTILATION

I prowl thru the witching hour
To kill something more than a metaphor
Only one thing can sate my hunger
The succulent flesh of the holy whore

I have lain dormant for far too long
With nothing left but skin and bones
Pulsing like maggots in the grave
Existing in throes of horrid pain
Forsaken and void of all thought
And now half my cock has rotted off
Lightning strikes the stone at my head
It's time to rise from the fucking dead

To kill
To eat
Thunderous
Footsteps by your bed
It's time
To kill
Murderous
I'll rip off your fucking head
To kill
To eat
Lecherous
Stinking of the grave
It's time
To kill
Treacherous
I will eat your fucking brains

Getting some head
For all the undead

This whole place is a charnal house
Abstract red paint by exsanguiation
Butcher the birthed and pulping the meat
The motherfucking master of mutilation

Bestial sodomy like a dead
Man breathing new life well said
Larva wiggle in open wounds
I'm howling for blood beneath the moon
Laid bare in tattered vestal robes
Putrid corpses stiff with pain untold
I know you know that old adage
Prepare yourself for gore-rot carnage

To kill
To eat
Thunderous
Footsteps by your bed
It's time
To kill
Murderous
I'll rip off your fucking head
To kill
To eat
Lecherous
Stinking of the grave
It's time
To kill
Treacherous
I will eat your fucking brains

Infamous
CARNIVOROUS
notorious
BLASPHEMOUS
Rip your head off
AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS

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The bone
And feast
On
The
FLESH
Of
The DAMNED