Paralysed Age - Hunger Тексты

Let the dogs come
And gather about my corpse
Let them lick my blood
Tear my flesh
Gnaw my bones

The body is ruined
Torn and broken
The deed is done
Conceived and spoken

And the body lies there
Like an ill clod of blood
Growing into the ground

Dead
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