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Let Us Feast
The smell of cooked flesh
Last scent of sweet death
Peeled from the bone of the kill
I sink my teeth in
I tear the steaming flesh
The blood runs down my throat
Desecrating what was once alive
Lead D.C
The resistance you put up
Was feeble to say the least
I only wanted your sweet meat
You struggled for your life
You were worthless and weak
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