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Ride on the Nightmare Metal
This mean evil beast Lost in the maze of hate You'd better kill yourself before it is too late
It's hunger never ends It always has to feed On fresh human flesh Or other raw fresh meat
It bites in your living body Your blood is still warm You'd like to die But it starts with your arm
Nobody left to help You're the last one it will kill You have to help yourself Hang on to your iron will
The beast is getting wild Blood painted your face red At last you awake And you are back in bed |
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