The cold, sharp knives of your enemy
The cuts that pierce through your veins
Your bones shall shatter like dust
Your blood is the water they lust
Your gravestone
You scream as they maul you to death
Their blades are covered in red
The cold, sharp knives of your enemy
The cuts that pierce through your veins
Your bones shall shatter like dust
Your blood is the water they lust
Your gravestone
You scream as they maul you to death
Their blades are covered in red
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