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Shattered human skull
Chained to a dark mannequin
Skinned face with black paint
The shell of a human
Blood, glory
The real high comes in
A grave for a dead victim
The corpse is left to rot
The dead must be obtained
For the flesh is the best meat
The sound of flesh being chopped
The smell of bone
The cold steel stabs
The better world
Decrepit and foul
The dead shit is now
The rotting meat is chopped
The flesh of the first
The flesh is nothing
The bones are all filled
Death, death
The real high comes in death



Авторы: Anselmo Calaciura, Dario Buscemi, Iacopo Forgia, Vincenzo Lo Cacciato



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