**Life AftEr De@th**

Blood fills his every thought and his mouth the taste of flesh
Thinking of the ones he's slain, now his memory is refreshed
The images of his victims clears and blood blooms like a rose
From the Dark recesses of his mind every single one he knows

His claws are razor sharp, his teeth can rip and shred
Stand back and watch the flow of the dark red river spread
I can not tell you of his name or from where he came
He moves through the dark of night and another he will claim

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