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Creeping rage of reaper

Creeping morbid lust

Holy fleshes on poles are

Starting to disgust

Fear and horror, smell of death

Spreading in the fog

Time stands still, never to return

Another head devoured by fire tongues

Flesh to poles

Crows are watching you tonight

Hunting for your flesh

You will hear before you die

Dreadful laughing in your head

Death's gonna take your time

Making colder the running blood

Sticky hands tear out your heart

Mixing blood with dirty flood

Flesh to poles

(lead: Rotten)