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Hang You in the Tongue

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Thousands of bodies are hanging from the ceiling 
Deadly spiders crawling on their skin 
And they're hanging in their tongues 
Beetles creeping in their mouths 

It doesn't work to entomb 'em 
They're always arise from their graves 
Their bowels are mouldy and rotten 
Their souls are lost and gone 

They'll make a stew of your brain 
They'll squeeze your heart to bits 
It splashes then they drink your blood 
They'll crush your skull to get your brain 

They radiate deadly stenches 
They'll transmit your soul to scraps 
This is a massacre without an equal 
They're the gods of horror 

All of them hunger for your brain 
'Cause it's their only diet 
And then they had "evacuated" you 
Then they're gonna hang you in the tongue 

They're living corpses who can't die 
They're always looking for energy 
The bodies in their barn are their only reserve supply 
So they can live as long as possible 

Their aim is to annihilate the human 
So they can go back to their graves 
They had exterminated whole towns 
Now it's war of extermination 

All of them hunger for your brain 
'Cause it's their only diet 
And then they had "evacuated" you 
Then they're gonna hang you in the tongue