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[celticgent]

the corpses all hang headless and limp bodies with no surprises and the
blood drains down like devil's rain we'll bathe tonight i want your
skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls demon i
am and face i peel to see your skin turned inside out, 'cause gotta
have you on my wall gotta have you on my wall, 'cause i want... your
skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls go
collect the heads of little girls and put 'em on my wall hack the heads
off little girls and put 'em on my wall oh oh i want your skulls i need
your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls i want your skulls i
need your skulls i want your skulls i need your skulls whoa