Murder speaking tounge,
Nose like a gun,
Eyes sharp like knives,
Claws that have taken lives.
My legs shaking,
I fall to the ground,
I call for help,
But who is around?
I see…
One horn,
Two legs,
Blood from long ago.
Two eyes,
One nose,
And teeth on death’s row.
Deadly smell,
Born from Hell,
Murderous eyes,
No disguise.
I pray for help,
But I am all alone,
Oh please God help me,
I just want to go home!
I see…
One horn,
Two legs,
Blood from long ago.
Two eyes,
One nose,
And teeth from death’s row.
The claws,
Are high,
Just before I die.
Please God,
Help me,
I don’t to be…
(DEAD!)
One horn,
Two legs,
Blood from long ago.
Two eyes,
One nose,
And teeth from death’s row.
The claws,
Are high,
Just before I die.
Please God,
Help me,
I don’t to be…
DEAD!
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