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Look into the life, tissue is working
Glutinous carrion creats a tribe
Lord of plasm build the kingdom
Spit out your soul on the bloody cross
Hard to digest, a while of silence
You're bleeding glutinous dose
Like a priest you're praying
Breathless, new dead life
Lord of plasm, lord of tribethe sign of sweet suffering
Save your mind, hide yourselfin the dead place with a chance to survive
Piercing scream from your trachea
Suicidal cry of the rotten flesh
Deadly pain, buring veins
Glutinous ghost takes your soul
Tribe of the glutinous tissue
It's no fun being lord of plasm
Tribe of the glutinous tissue
It's no fun being hard to digest
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