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Dead, decayed now in the

cold ground but you can't hear me,

I'm screaming your name,

why have you gone away from me?

Away to the grave?

Now it is empty this soul of mine.

I have been chosen to murder the living,

I have been chosen to kill you slowly.

It grips me, the sickness

that now dwells.

The brutal hacking motion

of my knife blade.

Your young wife is now

killed by my hand to entomb

and unearth and in 18

days I will fuck the decayed.

The strength of the open grave,

the corpse calls my name.

On my cock a pus filled cunt leaks

my juice down her throat.

You are dead decayed

now in the cold ground ripening.

You're dead decayed now

in the cold ground, wait for me.

You are dead decayed

now in the cold ground ripening.

You're dead decayed now

in the cold ground, ripe for me.