RATKING

Each day is another sign of death
The air is thick with rotting children
Why, God, why!?
The vermin of satan himself
Each dying breath, he stands there.
The Ratking
Each movement of his twisting tails
Brings forth our desolation
He is the king of all kings
Grim Reaper, The conjurer of death
Each moon brings more remains
Streets littered with piles of flesh
The vermin come out to cavort
Under his law
The twisted Ratking
We must cease to exist
Each breath could be our final breath
We are next to die
Die
We will die
Will die
We will die



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Venus
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