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Loss of flesh, suffering

Decomposed, withering

Razor, sharping knives

Smell is foul, the blood flows

Squealing like a pig

As the steel cuts your skin

Only bones will remain

Not a chunk for your grave

Under his command

Baphomet quench his lust

Now your corpse set for feast

You're just meat for the beast

Under the emerging moon

Wolves howling in dark haze

Your blood falls on the earth of the cemetery

Feeding the rot of the dead