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Corpsefucking Art - Necroromantic lyrics
In the Necroromantic's dungeon there's his display of flesh piles, experimental compositions of body pieces. There are strong meathooks for his visionary works, a gallery of insane genetic crossbreeding, a gallery underestimated by the great art critics. Finding corpses is very easy, when you work in the morgue you always get fresh meat. Mutilation and defilement of cold stiffs, A perfect job for the Necroromantic! |
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