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Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw in the backseat on this bitter night of giving head
Cradle of filth - Lord Abortion
Tears, they flow, but why am I crying?
After all, I'm not afraid of dying.
Do not believe that there never is an end
Iron Maiden - Hallowed be thy name
Another night, another demise
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cause its gets more painful every time i die
Children of Bodom - every time i die
And my favourite:
I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin
But I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in
Iron Maiden - Holy Smoke
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