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Victims Welcome

by The Murder Cult

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Oh hand of death, how dare you You had no, fucking right That person was mine, that victim was mine To take into, the depths of the night All I want to do is feel their blood rush over me Because of you that can never be You step out of turn, you need to fucking learn What it’s like to be on the wrong side of me I wanted to feel their life slip away with my grip round their throat I’ll never have that now and you fucking gloat Someone somewhere will have to take their place you seem to be here at the right time and the right place I’ll never feel their heart beat it’s last beat Their soul leaving their body I’ll never see It’s down to you, it’s down to you you know what the fuck you have to do
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Marked for life, after death You won’t be able to get a breath Manipulate and exaserbate Leaves you filled with blackened hate When you wed, Wed the dead Your Blood with shed, from your head Covered in red, in your bed When you wed, wed the dead nothing can be said, until its fed You’ll be led, into your bed you’ll be bled, until your dead When you wed, Wed the dead You can’t kill, what’s doesn’t live You can’t take, from what doesn’t give don’t think you, will have a life when you take, her for a wife

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released January 1, 2016

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