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Nightmare of Death


Killed her innocence, Violated her soul. Murdered her essence The demon inside is now free to roam. Out of the coffin she must go, The rise of the dead she has lead. Shimmy, shimmy, shake Times at stake. Could it be, shes your mortal enemy. Hide, hide there's a killing spree Shots are heard, Bodies you see. Searching for you, The doer of wrong. Come out and play The stakes are high You can only lose The rules have changed. She's already dead In need of company. She slices your throat, Spilling the blood of the damned. She sings a song of dead and despair, a song that only you can hear. "hush, hush It'll be worse now You're dead like me Don't you see This is meant to be? Even if not too late for you now Too bad you slaughtered me like a shameless cow. This song is for you, Of death and despair In hell with me you burn, Pain you can not bare." Shouldn't have killed her You worthless goat. She's more power than thought Bringer of death Harlot of yours, unworthy so said. The song is stronger, Fuck the undead. "hush, hush It'll be worse now You're dead like me Don't you see This is meant to be? Even if not too late for you now Too bad you slaughtered me like a shameless cow. This song is for you, Of death and despair In hell with me you burn, Pain you can not bare." She was your whore, Your lover slave Now she is nothing But a corpse in a grave.
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