Hell:On slaughter smell

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Forget it not
For your bloody crime
You will rot
Till the end of time...
Run, be my prey, I feel your terror.
You, you will pay, your hopes are dead.
You can show me all you fangs
It grows my hatred
You can scream as loud you can
Until you're numb.
Hope, it's always hope, you think you'll get out.
Fast, you run so fast, you stake on speed.
Slow and steady wins the race
You know it too well.
Fear is scrambling through your face –
slaughter smell.
Blood, only blood will stop this madness
Stand face to face destiny.
Do you feel the blade of knife?
It's kissing your flesh.
Do you hear the devil song?
It's of your death.
Peace, rest in peace, you take it easy.
None will help – you taught them so.
You're accustomed to this warmth
It's so familiar.
Only this time it is blood
From your cut throat.
You're tied of running
You can't believe it's true
You are the victim of the game with your rules.
Forget it not
For your bloody crime
You will rot
Till the end of time...

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