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The dead, so hateful
The one's on this earth,
Making it more dreadful
They come out every night
But they stay out of sight.
Coming from their tombs, they feed
Flesh and organs from the wicked is what they need
Sacrificing them to the hateful dead
Before they come after us instead.
We stab and shoot those who are bad
We have to leave them alive so the dead will be glad.
We put them in a pile of blood,
The clock hits 12, the feeding has begun.
Feed, our hero's from the damned!
Accept the offerings from our hands!
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Carving Into the Flesh
01:11
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I carve into his flesh,
Showing him to mercy
I would never fall into his trap
It's time for payback!
"Your time has come,
It's time to die!"
Interrogation, no separation, it's time to end you with suffocation!
His eyes roll back as I begin to strangle him,
He tries to fight back but he can't!
How dare you act like the victim when you were hurting her!
I'll carve you as you struggle to breathe
"You'll never be seen again!"
I let go and he's trying to regain his breath
I tie him down and begin slicing his body slowly with a butcher knife!
I'm ending his fuckin life, dead and just like that, he's outta sight!
"I will never accept people like you!"
Carving into the flesh, making such a mess
"You pray to God but will never be blessed."
"you say you love those people,
yet you hurt them!"
Slice his neck and now it's over with,
Put him in a body bag and into the river he goes!
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Here they come!
Mutated crocodiles,
Hungry for you all!
I command these beautiful creatures,
You put nuclear waste into the river, now you pay with your life!
Pay with your life!
As my zombies begin drumming
Your lives are ours,
Soon all your precious cities and towns will be burning!
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Grave Robber
00:35
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I'm like Ed Gein,
Yet I'm looking to collect this pedophile's spline!
I killed him a couple months ago,
I'm here to collect, police are coming, it's time to go!
Running through the woods, away from the narcs,
I bet this .45 will make them park!
Shooting my gun in the air, I hear nothing coming after me,
Going inside my cabin, I let my dog be.
I create a pedestal for the spline,
I spray it clean, I like to keep it pristine.
Keeping it up on my wall with the rest of my collection,
I like to be societies correction.
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Swamp King Lawton, Oklahoma
One-man Schizophrenic Slamgrind from the 580.
EST. 2020
Kow Skull Records
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