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Being this ripper of humaity
A shredder of blood with a dead conscience
I live each day like a new-born
Through my dead, lacerated victims
My time will also come, yet I carry on
With my blood, my hunger, my hate

A bringer of death, so I have come
Into this world
An angel, but without wings
A hunger for blood awake

I have come
You will die
Crush your face
Bring you down

Why do they come to me?
Why wouldn't I let them die?
They would beg me on their knees:
"Why wouldn't you let me die?"

I live to kill

What is your blood for if not for shredding?
Come to me I create your death
Your open sores drool
Deeply burned into your soul
I live to kill, my bond to the Dead

I was ripping your humanity
Each stroke of my blade running through
Your life full of pain and degradation

Why do you still wanna live?
Why do you still want to live?

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