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Band/Artist: Dead Infection
Album: Human Slaugther...Till Remains
The sound of the breaking bones,
smell of fresh, warm flesh,
you catch your victim,
feast of the slaughter.
His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.
Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life.
It's masterpiece, detailed operation,
eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing.
smell of fresh, warm flesh,
you catch your victim,
feast of the slaughter.
His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.
Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life.
It's masterpiece, detailed operation,
eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing.
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2024