Rotted Victims
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Rotted Victims
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Rotted Victims
Dead victims are naked, hidden in the forest.
Putrid stench of corpse, kills my breath.
They're raped, stabbed and disfigured.
Hundred puncture wounds infect their cunts
Following the victims to the cemetery
Left brutal sickness they're butchered
Knife stuck in their trembling hearts
I hang on the trees, their disgusting guts
Throwing my wrath I dissect the flesh
Feasting on outpost, while it's fresh!
Mutilated defunct, filled the cemetery.
Worms fuck their bodies, I'm satisfied.
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