February 2008
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CANNIBAL CORPSE - RANCID AMPUTATION
Torsos hang from their own intestines
Raped of all bodily extentions, stumps wrea
MERCYFUL FATE - WITCHES DANCE
Just like a demon's eye
The moon was dancing on the blackened sky
In my sleep nothing is real, dreaming... I'm dreaming
I can feel the shadows lurking
I can feel
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again