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Demoniac of Cannibalism

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The darkness is here 
The fatal winds scream their song 
Of brutality and gore 
A song of reality 

The night is longer 
Terrible acts of evil 
And the sounds of death 
Are in progress in front of you 

The corpse on the floor 
Is never raising again 
He's empty of blood 
Just lying there with gore 

You act like a fool 
Eating his flesh and skin 
Your appetite is wrong 
You are sick and helpless 

You drink his blood 
Lick his gore 
Suck his eyes 
Your hunger is restless 

In daylight you sleep 
In evening before dark 
You unleash your vehement hunger 
To kill and eat his brain 

You live like in external 
And always do your rituals 
Before you eat your victims 
The poor victims of fear 

The nights go on 
Your mind went into eternal darkness 
No one goes free 
Free of your hunger 

Now you are dead 
And live in external 
You go with the wind 
And sing their songs of gore 

You drink his blood 
Lick his gore 
Suck his eyes 
Your hunger is restless