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Here they come, extremely drunk,
Their rotting lips approach.
Pieces of dry skin fall to the ground,
Their empty orbits stare at us.

When there is no more room in Hell,
The dead will walk the marsh.
Possessed by evil,
Dead come out from their grave.

I breath a fetid smell,
I suffocate by hints of putrefaction.
A mouth surrounded by dry wine
Descends on me, I am contaminated.

Pictavian invasion, Pictavian aggression!
We keep coming back in a bloodthirsty lust for goat cheese.
Pictavian aggression
Pits donkeys against the living in a struggle for survival!
Pictavian aggression!

I’m reeling, I’m screaming,
A purulent wound through my belly
Let my guts on the floor,
I smell like slaughterhouse in the sun.

When there is no more room in Hell,
The dead will walk the marsh.
Possessed by evil,
Dead come out from their grave.

I'm chewing the rotting corpses,
I crush the bones to blow the marrow.
I devour the slime
That comes from those oozing bodies.

Pictavian invasion, Pictavian aggression!
We keep coming back in a bloodthirsty lust for goat cheese.
Pictavian aggression
Pits donkeys against the living in a struggle for survival!
Pictavian aggression!

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