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    'Twas on an autumn evening, a scream came juddering through the floor
    All kinds of people came rushing, rushing and banging on her door
    I heard the sound of a spluttering, but an answer there came none
    I'm sure I heard a foreign tongue

    Bella morte ]
    Bella morte ] (Chorus)

    Break down the door and you find, well you find what you're looking for, excitement
    Messy and bloody on the bed, and the limbs of the body all broken and bent
    Oh, baby, I don't think you'd better come in
    Don't you finger anything

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    (Chorus)

    Carne Marcia!

    Oh, strange amorphous creature Father Nature has debased
    I cannot see one feature left upon your lipless face
    Oh, mother, I haven't slept for many nights
    Thinking about the awful sight

    (Chorus)

    Song details

    Composition: Bid

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