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An ancient passage, wandering through corridors

Simmering through pus, aproaching the dungeon's doors

Cranking it open, nude cadavers glisten broken

Masses of fermenting guts are laying down swollen

A place of terror to some, a paradise for others

Perverted corpses feasting as a victim suffers

The Pervertor, more blood he fiends

Gore gallore, he slashes limbs

Rummaging, through sets of ribs...he rips