Dreaded Dale - Woodworm

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Bitter taste of death surrounding you Give up the grave Before it’s too late You’re holding on too tight Wormwood Wormwood You're the dead man This is the solution Never again Never again Will you taste the rot of death encompassing you Never again Never again Will you taste the rot of death encompassing you Let my teeth break at the collapse of me What is reality when death surrounds me Leaving all traces of imagination behind In the void we all die We all die Never again Never again Will you taste the rot of death encompassing you Never again Never again Will you taste the rot of death encompassing you Snakes Snakes Covering the ground… Looking for those to consume Worn out eyes Worn out eyes You know you want it Come get it Wormwood
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