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Murder night has gone as well as it could have ever gone

Four psychotic slashers do better work than one

Under a veil of darkness we hack and slash at will

Searching for our latest kill

More bodies lay ahead but something isn’t right

We haven’t killed these ones, certainly not tonight

They seem to have been bitten, these bites look so strange

The thought that something stole my kills is filling me with rage

Then from bellow, something bites through skin and bone

Is it simian? Is it rodent?

Either way I remove his head from his shoulders

Now Doofus isn’t right, blood is pouring from his bite

He’s starting to get weak, he’s losing all his might

The blood is pouring out of him, he’s starting to turn blue

Now one of my own is the victim, I don’t know what to do

Singaya!

He’s got the bite!

Dead alive

All of those dead

They start reanimating

They come back to life

Too many to start decapitating

Run, run for your life

Although your legs are aching

We’ve left Doofus behind

Now my black heart is breaking

He’s dead, dead in the ground

He couldn’t put up a fight

Now we’re one man down

I’m in no mood to murder tonight

Doofus my friend

You’ll never be forgotten

We’ll meet again

When you’re dead and rotten