At Dusk...
Stoned and raring to hunt
its time to cut
You have nowhere to run

Rot Teeth
like something died
smells like your sin
I'm made to suffer

Cry out "its a shame"
I don't get the joke?
i don't even know your name?
In vien

Earths culling
(Which serpents like)
These Precious Types
I Can Suffer ( i like it so far )

Shadow Misanthrope
I don't Need to Know Your Name
I don't get the joke
So far...

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