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Lurking beyond the darkness, there’s a man with a shovel, he breaks the soil and digs for hours til he retrieves what he is after.

The moon is risen, and lights the sky, he reflects on his tormented past. decomposition of her corpse is a sensation he wishes would last

One foot, in her grave, his blood begins to rush, he has waited for this moment, the moment he gives her his love,

Maggot infested cunt, his only desire,

insects lubricate his cock, he climaxes every hour

Open, stiff and wide

Stuffed deep inside

WITCHING HOUR, COFFIN PROWLER

HE COMES AT MIDNIGHT TO RAPE THE DEAD

WITCHING HOUR, COFFIN PROWLER

HE’S DIGGING YOUR DAUGHTERS GRAVE

Demon’s dance, the ritual has begun the resurrection of the fallen

The earth begins to shake, as lightning cracks each grave, the dead are now walking