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The Rotting Man
I am still writing yet now long gone
As maggots fill my brain
And crows pick my thumbs
I am still writing and yet long gone
I became a corpse, time has passed
The fox came to eat my limbs at last
My body decaying even before I died
Now in thought to this forest I am tied
And the rain made my flesh all moldy
My blank eyes staring at the trees so coldly
So soon the small ants even took a bite
I can't accept this! Even if I cannot fight
Ah! Do you think my fate will end this way?
Murdered by my dearest back in the day
Forever from hate as a phantom I will stay
Hauting you 'till sleeplessness, dear pray!
And as a corrupted soul I shall ponder
Among the living in search, I will wander
My corpse I will leave as the meal for the beasts
The hate for my dearest - my murderer- is the release
I am still writing and yet long gone
As vengence fills my brain
And a twitch in my thumbs
I am still writing yet way long gone
© Karl the Disturbed
As maggots fill my brain
And crows pick my thumbs
I am still writing and yet long gone
I became a corpse, time has passed
The fox came to eat my limbs at last
My body decaying even before I died
Now in thought to this forest I am tied
And the rain made my flesh all moldy
My blank eyes staring at the trees so coldly
So soon the small ants even took a bite
I can't accept this! Even if I cannot fight
Ah! Do you think my fate will end this way?
Murdered by my dearest back in the day
Forever from hate as a phantom I will stay
Hauting you 'till sleeplessness, dear pray!
And as a corrupted soul I shall ponder
Among the living in search, I will wander
My corpse I will leave as the meal for the beasts
The hate for my dearest - my murderer- is the release
I am still writing and yet long gone
As vengence fills my brain
And a twitch in my thumbs
I am still writing yet way long gone
© Karl the Disturbed
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