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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