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Spawn Of The Serpent

from Dead Bods by Ausable Killings

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Gather your tools my sons. Sacrifice every piece of this man. Every drop of blood shall be spilled from the organs and tissues into the mouths of hell. This is my blade it's got a wicked thirst. Before the killing begins the quench comes first. Where to begin? Let's start with the toes; sorry little piggies to the market in hell you go.

Satan is coming!

Awaken this man the ritual must continue. He must feel every moment of pain. There is no mercy for this soul, here or in the after life.

You’re passed out in shock from the site of your blood. Your bedtime is over, time for a little fun. Let's move on to those sweet little private eyes. We're the last sons of bitches you'll ever see and that's no lie.

Welcome to Hell!

Drink this blood and sing to me my children, the day of reckoning is here. Your hunger must never wane. Hell will rise and you will be gods.

We are, we are the children of Satan. We have come to do the bidding of our lord. We are, we are the spawn of the serpent, the prince of darkness awaits you.

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from Dead Bods, released December 27, 2013

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