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It needs to be darker
Before you can ravage
My filthy, putrid
Maggot ridden corpse

Oh baby your arm just fell off
You remind me of my ex-girlfriend
She was a leper

Silence vile beast!
You will be my eternal
Necro-sex-slave!

And then, at the end of all ages
The necro-slave was relieved
For the gods, he thought
Had come to free his enslaved soul!

Cursed Balfabar, I am Samoth, God of Heavy.
Your lust for the necroworld will leave you lost
in a cesspool of filth and decay,
home of the whore of whormalton

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