

One More CorpseThe moon is rising to the sky, We bathe in the glow of Luna. With these bodies, I gain my courage, Fortify my heart, death won't come sooner.One More Corpse
Tearing flesh, Let blood flow Into me Eternally. Consuming Life essence, Bring me Another.
One more corpse, Guiltless driven pleasure. One more corpse, I feast on them. One more corpse, Become immortal. One more corpse, Bestial pleasure.
The moon is falling to the ground, We bathe in the blood of the falling. Our feast was great, our victims many,  
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a sailor is struggling to prevent the mast of a ship from collapsing in a stormy sea. sailor: captain, I'm at my limit! we have to erect your mast! captain: I can't! I'm out of seamen!!
i think its called rose ... and i love how he has weird portrayals of ab lincoln
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