THIRSTY FOR BLOOD

from by RICTUS GRIM

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One night at the cemetery.
It was cold, the night, it was grey.
Once old dirt becomes fresh.
It's the night of the dead.

Try to run, if you must.
But there's no use.
The dead will feast upon you.
Woah, thirsty for blood!

They prowl, the night takes its toll.
These shells of bodies, damned souls.
The only way to kill the dead,
It a bullet through the head.

Try to run, if you must.
But there's no use.
The dead will feast upon you.
Woah, thirsty for blood!

They are everywhere,
This army of the dead.
They won't leave until they're fed.
There's nothing you can do.
You'll be one of them too.

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from XIII, released August 14, 2013
MUSIC AND LYRICS BY XANDER SKULLION.

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