From the grave to the morgue, the voices are still calling me
I stalk the dead of night for young females to bleed on me
Decimating, mutilating, masturbating while I kill
At the slabs dead whores rot to fill with my insane infection
Scream for me, cry for me, bleed for me, die for me
Rotten fluids fill the morgue with a vile stench of putrid death
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