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Die!
DIE!
Die!
Piling the bodies
Burn them in the night
Skin grows black and withered
Decayed smell will rise
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To infernal death
Human coals are burning
Repulsive yet so true
Open graves are scattered
When the work is through
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To infernal death
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To infernal death
DIE!
Die!
Piling the bodies
Burn them in the night
Skin grows black and withered
Decayed smell will rise
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To infernal death
Human coals are burning
Repulsive yet so true
Open graves are scattered
When the work is through
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To infernal death
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To infernal death
Lyrics submitted by MDMaster
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Oh ok. this one's about a small child who one day runs into a funny-smelling pastry. He eats it and apreciates it. He then decides that it is very nice and takes up home economics as a hobby. He wears an apron.