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Abramelin
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Misfortune
作词:Simon Dower, Tim Aldridge
Like cattle to the slaughter He lures them to their death Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind A crave for tearing flesh
Friendly face, a lollipop He traps them after school Flat chested, pretty six year old The type that makes him drool
Lubricates his vile tool Child tied to the bed Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps Sheets stained brown and red
Frustration tears his mind apart The pain in his brain, making him insane
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 His tool shed hosts, a magnitude of corpses Torn and scattered Bloodied meat strewn on the floor From bodies slashed and tattered
Sickened brain, repulsive lusts Feeble bodies torn apart Finger paints with body fluids Disgusting abstract art
Stark staring mad Re-enacting horrid dreams Horrors of his mind made reality
More than flesh and blood can bear Raging uncontrolled Feeble heartbeat drifts away Corpse lies still and cold
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