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Hostages in my lair

Breathing in the chilled air of death

War is hell

War is hell

War is hell

These voices haunt my dreams

Breed, Feed, Kill

Feed and breed and kill them

The flesh forms that roam here

Conscious beings of splendor

Their minds escape their bodies

Blade on the grindstone

The anvil strikes

As they lay, hogtied and ready

To sink in the swamp

The anvil strikes

Dead eyed, no will to live

Sharpen the blade, expose your neck

Tied to a pole with chains, ball gag shoved down the back of the throat

Back of the mind raging with thoughts of war

Beckon the horn, my brethren to die

Eat the pill

Feel cold steel

Blood trickle

Down your throat

As you gag

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Precious life

Blood soaked knife

Screams are rife

Don’t be scared

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Death is pure, you’re just a slave to the game

I’ll free you from the spell that you have cast

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Pleading achieves nothing when you’ve already lost everything that means something

Don’t fear death, embrace it

Click click boom

Blood drenched silhouettes

Hand in hand