When the hour is struck, the dead will rise.
They'll dig
I'm back for blood.
And the flesh, which I'll consume.
Your body's
You scream for your god, but all you see is
I want you dead, No longer breathing,
Suffering in blood. Die,
I feel the ground before my feet. Its wretched dirt.
The
Die on this day.
Last breath to curse these skies.
No one
Crush in your face, spit out your teeth.
I want you
Blood stains on the walls
Hanging from my hook
Cuts spill out
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