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The Art of Impalement lyrics
Tearing a hole to your chest
One stab struck in your neck
Deep blue skin, the worms set in
My trophy of impalement
Tearing the soul from your chest
Your headstone is re-written
No disgust when fucking the dead
It's the living I feel resentment
Art of impalement, grace in killing victims
Living or dead, it's all the same
I make them all scream in pain
Tearing a hole... tearing the soul...
Righteous wrath, instant death
Spear driven through the neck
The last remaining seconds of life
In fear of what comes next
Art of impalement
Grace in killing victims
Living or dead, it's all the same
I make them all scream in pain
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Sewers
- 2 I Bathe in Their Blood
- 4 By Their Corpse
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