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Sons of Nimrod
Mount the dead animal head above your mantle stone fireplace Lay your nude body upon the grizzly rug of this death skin Likewise, with safari determination, you hunt the wooly souls that walk upright — Talking mammals who don’t bend Feeling angry bloodlust ... your coffin trophy case must be carcass filled Ivory tusks of scarlet trust is lunar vision, high-caliber revealed Sons of Nimrod, the mighty hunter Possessing genetic cunning, you hunt with deadly feline skill Children of the bow and blade, your thirst to shed blood can only be sated on a full moon kill A beastly heart which loves to shoot the arrow, bulls-eye is the grim, grave marker Reapers of the predator prize — eagle claws death clutching the caught sparrow Sons of Nimrod ... your mother, the daughter of Belial, has taught you well: How to adulteress hunt the precious life Put the severed heads on sale, but reserve the best for your crypt cave abode Looking at the glassy, dead eyes warms your empty, rapacious soul, in the tomb winter years of a blood moon night
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