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Hordes of cannibals, weapons in hand,

Charge Towards Me, thirsting for blood

Panic striken, I'm at my wits' end

Buried Knee-Deep in Ensanguined Mud

Arising Carnage - Swinging Blades

Useless to run – Last Audible Gulp

Limbs are flying, Ripped to Shreds

Body Bludgeoned to a Mangled Pulp

Infectious Violence... Surges up in the Air

Frenzied... Machete Ravages!

They Dip their hands in my Open belly

Pulling out the Innards slick with grue

Entangled in Tendons and Mutilated Tissue

Feasting on the Macabre laparatomy

(Solo: Cut and run)

Screaming Mass of Feral Flesh hunters Upon Me

Lunging at My Paunch with Primitive Rage

Fighting over pieces of My anatomy

Tearing off bloody lumps of cartilage