Gone, emaciated
An insatiable lust for flesh
Decay, and unclean
A spawn of the devil himself
Skin tight to the bone
He's looking pretty angry
And he moves so swift
You cannot take your eyes off him
Devoured in the dark
The hunger never ends
Born in the mines
From the greed and the pride
A marvel of height
The menacing fear in your eyes
Will provoke his hunger
The only way out is suicide
Skin tight to the bone
He's looking pretty angry
And he moves so swift
You cannot take your eyes off him
Devoured in the dark
The hunger never ends
Born in the mines
From the greed and the pride
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