The New Batch
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Raped by a Beast Naked and Cold Inside her womb A Child of Violation 17 Years... Now something is changing The sickness is taking over The beast within is beginning to show The hate inside is beginning to grow The beast within is beginning to show The hate inside is beginning to grow Just a host... For the growing infection Flesh is contorting Pulsating Mass Revenge for the victims chained The descendants must meet their bloody end! Raped by the offspring Naked and Cold Inside her womb A child of violation 17 years... Now has his revenge! 17 years.... Now has his revenge! The beast within is beginning to show The hate inside is beginning to grow The beast within is beginning to show The hate inside is beginning to grow Just a host... For the growing infection Flesh is contorting Pulsating Mass Revenge for the victims chained The descendants must meet their bloody end!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
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Cannibal hermit armed with an axe Hunting for sport, hunting for food Armed to the teeth, death comes swift Trespassers are his lunch! Stabbing, hacking, filleting, blood spraying Axe to the crotch, knife to the throat His blood lust is endless, his tools the same You have no chance, surviving his game From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Camping can be deadly! Deep in mother nature, macabre acts unfold Silence the swine, stories go untold These are his woods, you are his prey Hiding, waiting, the blood's gonna spray! Methods normally for the beasts of the wild Hunting for sport, hunting for pleasure There are his woods, you are his prey You're on a killer campout today! From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Camping can be deadly! Blackwell is his name And hunting is his game Picked the wrong time for relaxation Hacked, butchered, ready for ingestion!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
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Bastard with a star on his chest Money is the root of all evil A sherrif can't collect The bounty for bandits I don't kill for money All for a measly 3000 bucks Pretending to be dead Now on the run Pretending to be dead Now on the run Don't want to turn him in Just want the silver Who killed Old Man Saxon? They've got the wrong man! Dead people don't need a leader!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
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