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do is corpselike
I can never sleep at night

Why'd you like the genocide of small ones who want their lives?
Kill yourselves you fucking assholes
All

Anorexic Beauty

Pulp

Freaks

1986

and deathly tones.

The girl of my nightmares,
Sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares. 

Brittle fingers, 
And thin cigarettes,
So hard

yourself in a corpse-like pose
As you grow, as you grow, as you grow, as you grow
And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows
And the fumes head

In invisible oceans, we get so carried away
And she's lying there motionless, corpse-like in a daze
Sinking way down

Curled up like a wave
She

Corpselike humans slowly march
Desolation, barren and dark
Nothing lives except these ghoulish fiends
Ambushing rivals they attempt to feed

The morbid

counted the hours
Praying for them to pass
What did it matter
Whether I reached my end
On the gallows
Or by my own hand

A half-open mouth
A corpselike face

held by your corpse-like arms
We're all going to die at the end of the earth
But here I'll be safe from harm

Away
Corpselike scourger
Lambaste the weak minds
Hell speaks your name
Beckon the pale one
Facing darkness so I can face misery
Dwell on your fate, it

stick right out like a needle
Ghastly and corpse-like, yet so feeble
Dusk turns to dawn and yet you are able
To walk into light without a candle
I can't

remain
Til the skies are corpselike gray
You can sink in to nothing
You can disappear without a trace
You can box up all your memories
Leave nothing for no

you hanging hey?
Was it worth the corpse-like look in the morning?
She replied retching in a bucket, that’s a warning. ‘Yeah you know I’m not feeling

and limbless and covered in scales.
They named the hatchling Jormungand, meaning 'mighty wand’
Third was a beautiful daughter half and blackened and corpse-like

avail 

It screams my name aloud
In its frail, piercing voice 
c lengthy, dying tone it is,
To make the ears bleed

It's corpse-like appearance
cnd

of it

Like a swam

cgainst gravity


Next thing is layers of skin peeling in mud

Corpse-like to fester-like in some ravine

That clay brown skin

Technological mistake has left thousands killed
Scorched skin peels and dripps poisoned blood
Exotoxic fallout begins the radioactive flood
Ungodly corpse-like

Casus Luciferi

Watain

Casus Luciferi [Bonus Track]

they are like whispers speaking of
...death in heaven

Behold the black cloud of corpselike birds
Their wings are on fire
And their song has turned

the mind
Deaths taunt contours ill timed
Raise glowing fist up to the sky 
Into battle demons ride

Warrior Witch of Hel 
Bloodsong's final quest
Corpselike

to love myself
Cuddle with the cold, corpse-like frame
I'm sorry if my view of matrimony seems obscure
Where's the fuel?

Don't stop
Don't stop
Nothing

try to love myself
Cuddle with the cold, corpse-like frame
I'm sorry if my view of matrimony seems obscure
Where's the fuel? Wo-o, wo-o-o-oh

Don't stop

Masque of the Red Death

Hades

Resisting Success/If at First You Don't Succeed

2005

at finding the grave
Cerements and corpse-like mask, which they
Handled with so violent a rudeness, untenated
By any tangible form.
And now was acknowlegded