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Unto sleepy Valley Hills the Devil's hippies have come
Their shepherd, Horace Bones: Capricorn, born of Hell
Through rape and blotter acid do they worship debauchery
But for their heinous deeds, young Petey will have revenge...

With disease-fouled meat pies, into maniacs do they become
But the unspeakable murder-lust spreads through the town
A nightmare of butchery, ready to dismember and decapitate!
Unleashed like a plague, the savage horrors know no end...

Of this rabid orgy of insanity and slaughter.
Drink, sons and daughters of Satan...I Drink Your Blood!

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