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You thought it was over, it's not over.

I came back, I brought my axe.

You thought it was over, it's not over.

I came back, I brought my axe.

In the shadows, alone in the dark.

Young victims I stalk.

You thought it was over, it's not over.

I came back from the grave to mutilate.

Axed in the back.

Pick through the neck.

Dead like the rest.

Molested and left.

Limbs split in half.

I ruptured their flesh.

Puncture wounds to the head.

Bone fragments clot to the hatchet.

Knee-deep in the blood of the dead.

Cranial separation.

Sex with her severed head.

Rotten walking dead.

Hunting living victims.

Rotten walking dead.

Hunting living victims.