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Dragged up the ziggurat.
Bleeding from the neck.
Your life resolves for naught.
A worthless bleeding wreck.

With muscle bone and teeth.
Bursting through the gate.
Atomised before you.
Filling the air with screaming fear.

Your skull on the altar.
Just another to the pile.
When they're hungry they'll be back.
Proto-dimensional cannibal attack.

Cannibal attack.

Murdering enslaving cro-magnon from beyond.
You cannot run, you can only bleed.
Grey matter is the sweetest of meat.

Ripped from a nether world.
Radiating hate.
An appetite for dead flesh.
Rotten and cold, dripping with mold.

Your skull on the altar.
Just another to the pile.
When they're hungry they'll be back.
Proto-dimensional cannibal attack.

With muscle bone and teeth.
Bursting through the gate.
Atomised before you.
Filling the air with screaming fear.
You're not getting out of here.
Alive.

Your skull on the altar.
Just another to the pile.
When they're hungry they'll be back.
Proto-dimensional cannibal attack.

Murdering enslaving cro-magnon from beyond.
You cannot run you can only bleed.
Grey matter is the sweetest of meat.

Dragged up the ziggurat.
Bleeding from the neck.
Your life resolves for less then naught.
A worthless bleeding wreck.

Bleeding from the neck.
A worthless bleeding wreck.

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