Feasting on Flesh

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Verse 1:
I lift my mace - hold it high
strike it down - crush your face
a gaping hole - in your head
squirting blood - now you’re dead

Smashing faces - clobbered body

Bloody traces - disembody

Verse 2:
I turn your head - into a mush
from your death - I get a rush
On the ground - a gory sight
you will die - feel my might

Break:
Now I need - a fresher head
too much blood - has been shed
I have to bash - someone’s face
I need to mash - with my mace

Verse 3:
I hit them hard - on the head
smash the brain - in my shed
I pulverize - I live to kill
this is my life - my only thrill