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In deep obscure jungles, is where they are heard to roam.

Most bizarre rituals are held when they gather, feeding upon the freshest cadavers

Teeth bite deep and embed in your skin; to dark tribal members this isn’t a sin

Pleasing their god as they gnaw on your bones, warm crimson runs from a smile

The curtain of night brings feeding, the taste of flesh delights

Victims abducted while sleeping, a sacrifice to their rites

Bodies impaled and suspended by hooks, are seen to frequent their lair

Carcasses rot in putrefying heaps, an odour of death chokes the air

Primitive weapons are used to dismember, to peel, lacerate and to mash

The night is their life and will be your death, blood sprays from the speed of the slash

Precious is life that is sucked from your veins, choke on your blood as you die

The attack’s so precise, your instant demise, your soul shall ascend wondering ‘why?’

Their dark lord is pleased and he shall reward, for their wicked lusts make him laugh

An immortal power shall descend upon those who indulge in the morbid bloodbath

Human Abattoir!!!