As the dark seemingly camoflagued pillars arise//
The killers of night breed and fill us with fright//
And the the energy cone creates clones to master//
The disasterous charming of this army of bastards//
They will rule the night and never let us sleep//
Till it crawls with the everlasting tools of grief//
And the humans will never guess to look to the West//
Where the kitchen of the damned is destined to rest//

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~Wrekless

You know the rappers these days that snap then breeze ways//
In the opposite direction of the gat that he says//
He'll cap, if you aint on in don't say you are//
before someone engraves a scar on your inflated arse//

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