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Walking through the storm

The soil is wet and I’m prepared

Carve the earth with my hands

This is my will and my demands

With every shovel, a body laid to rest

Fuck them all, my cock through their chests

I piss on this funeral, another buried whore

Cleansed of the sins I’ve done

Dig! Dig! Dig!

Dig as many graves as my hands can handle

These graves, a gallery of my insanity

As lightning strikes, I howl at the moon

I’m the Reaper and the Hunter

Death will come soon

The tears that I shed

I’m in bed with the dead

With a heart of stone and a soul turned cold

The tears that I shed

I’m in bed with the dead

With a heart of stone and a soul turned cold

I skullfuck the corpse once again

These graves, a gallery of my insanity

As lightning strikes, I howl at the moon

I’m the Reaper and the Hunter

Death will come soon

The tears that I shed

I’m in bed with the dead

With a heart of stone and a soul turned cold

The tears that I shed

I’m in bed with the dead

With a heart of stone and a soul turned cold

I skullfuck the corpse once again

I skullfuck the corpse once again