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Thousands of bodies are hanging from the ceiling
Deadly spiders crawling on their skin
And they're hanging in their tongues
Beetles creeping in their mouths

It doesn't work to entomb 'em
They're always arise from their graves
Their bowels are mouldy and rotten
Their souls are lost and gone

They'll make a stew of your brain
They'll squeeze your heart to bits
It splashes then they drink your blood
They'll crush your skull to get your brain

They radiate deadly stenches
They'll transmit your soul to scraps
This is a massacre without an equal
They're the gods of horror

All of them hunger for your brain
'Cause it's their only diet
And then they had "evacuated" you
Then they're gonna hang you in the tongue

They're living corpses who can't die
They're always looking for energy
The bodies in their barn are their only reserve supply
So they can live as long as possible

Their aim is to annihilate the human
So they can go back to their graves
They had exterminated whole towns
Now it's war of extermination

All of them hunger for your brain
'Cause it's their only diet
And then they had "evacuated" you
Then they're gonna hang you in the tongue

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