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Around your neck around tight

A knot of thorns to all holy men and kings

I am the shape of your vilest fears

I give unto you desolation and Hunger

The brightness of a funeral frost

I'm the gallows and the sword

Feel the pain when I smash your face in to pieces

When I rip out from chest a still beating heart

You are shit, equal to the worst trash

that haunts my desert of pain.

Violence? Nothing beats my hostile excesses

for all the hatred

I sing for your death

I AM MISERY TO THE BONE