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The moon is dramatically hidden
By a shape that swiftly ascends
It�s the blade of my axe that rises
Just a moment before your life ends

I feel your desperate terror
As I advance towards you
There�s nowhere you can hide
Your life will now be through

Feel the blade inside your mind
As it cleaves your skull in two
I stick my boot into your face
To retrieve my axe from you

I drag your corpse into the sewers
As your head bumps on the stones
Then my axe rises again
To hack through flesh and bones

I call the rest of the band
And they arrive in Johnny�s van
But sirens echo through the night
The shit�s about to hit the fan

We leave behind your body parts
And escape the frantic chase
The bowels of rats and stray dogs
Are your final resting place

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