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Текст песни Rigor Mortis - Vampire

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Black is the night full is the moonPicking the flesh from my teethThe thick fog rises midnight is soonProwling the streets stalking for meat as the necrophiliacYou cannot hide because I will find youAnd you will rotApproaching my victim I make my advanceMy eyes have her entrancedWith hands cold as death and skin white as boneFangs are injected draining her blood the whore lies in painWith ripped out tendons and the marks of hellShe will rotThe thick fog is rising up to the moonThe coffin opensI am the one who rises from the graveTo drink the blood of the livingFeeding the maggots leftover fleshIt`s frightening to know that I am deadAnd as the prince of hell I`m calling youBlood on the floor, blood in my mouthI love the taste of deathDecaying afterbirth falls from her faceTo all of you people who do not believe I`m my sorcery from hellHeld in my bondage and tortured to deathAnd you will rot!

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