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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
February 15th 2018, 05:37 AM
Bodies collected by the undead
They're dragged to the altar to be revived again
Necromantic powers open their eyes
Feral and sadistic, they embrace the night
Mob of the unliving, stalking their prey
They're forcing the living into digging their own graves
Poisonous fumes emerge from their flesh
And the stench of the holocaust emanates from hell
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