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作词 : Richard Allen/Aaron Kitcher/Edward Pickard |
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作曲 : Richard Allen/Aaron Kitcher/Edward Pickard |
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The niggas' harmony echos within our cave of castration, |
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accenting the weeps from the men remade as women; |
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stripped of their appendages, |
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probed and beaten. A cult deviant savages seducing bastards in the darkness, |
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bringing life to the night, herding boys into the light; |
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becoming one more carcass. |
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In the dark, they have no name. |
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In the dark, they corrupt and maim. |
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Twisted nymphomaniacs; |
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parasitic vixens, |
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creeping. |
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Twisted nymphomaniacs; |
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parasitic vixens, creeping. |
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Shadows from the fire flicker on stone, |
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illuminating heaps of blood and bones. |
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Faces in the mist obscured; unknown. |
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Sirens of the mire, the whispers of doom; |
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all who heed consumed by gloom. |
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One peer behind the veil reveals your tomb. |
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The chants of the coven sweep through the land |
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temptresses of violence walk among the damned. |
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Through the wind, |
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they call you in. |
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Luring them to the circle to lay, erect, while dissecting; |
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slowly peeling at the shaft. |
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The loss of blood brings the lured to reality. |
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They gaze in horror at their penile cavity. |
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Fall blind to the coven. |
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Become their prey. |
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Gnawing at their dick. |
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penetrating them with their own dick. |
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Fall blind to the coven. |
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Enslaved; |
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their prey |
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never to be seen again. |
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Enslaved... |
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They pray. |
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Shadows from the fire flicker on stone, |
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illuminating heaps of blood and bones. |
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Faces in the mist obscured; unknown. |
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Sirens of the mire, the whispers of doom; |
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all who heed consumed by gloom. |
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One peer behind the veil reveals your tomb. |