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Phantasm A Rotting Surprise
Mask of white dressed in black Time has come to attack Cannibal killer satan's son This he is all in one Scared to death of his sight Cannot run cannot fight Crazy bastard out of control Jumps on you he's death's patrol Nails of razors cut your flesh Smell of blood it's so fresh Bites your ribs crushes your lung Now your dead on a hook your strung Out for more needs his fill Crazed of mind blood he'll spill Eating his food loving the taste Bite by bite none to waste Little to know victim of disease Suffer of pain soon to deceace Killed by his kind now he's gone Who will last disease undone Nails of razors cut your flesh Smell of blood it's so fresh Bites your ribs crushes your lung Now your dead on a hook your strung
