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Sir John - Carach Angren/Season of Mist Publishing/Clemens Wijers
Written by：Clemens Wijers/Dennis Droomers/Ivo Wijers
Scalpel clamps pull him to the ground
No innocent hands every second counts ha ha ha
Cut through his skin thick blood flows
No anaesthesia as I dig in
Spleen uncovered brutally removed
So wasteful tasteful eaten from within
Stitch him back up so he survives
Eating intestines to keep ourselves alive
Thirteen days starving to death since they bombed this place
All the roads blocked the forest stocked full of mines
No there is no escape
Half the village died animals fled
Plague lurking like a ticking time bomb
The stench of death
I won't regret doctor use your craft
Now amputate my hand so I can eat
I can eat
Forced beyond sanity they kept themselves alive lost all their dignity
Forceps clamps pull him to the ground
No innocent hands every second counts ha ha ha
Cut through his skin thick blood flows
No anaesthesia as I dig in
More of them died putrefied but the surgeon lived on
Fed on their organs limbs a blood hunger never satisfied
Soon he realized his raid of death had come to an end
No living soul left for his hunger driven theft killed them all
But I must eat
Just a little piece of me
Come to daddy
He must eat
Twenty days almost starved to death in this forsaken place
Found by soldiers who brought him back he was safe
Comatose little did he know what horrors slowly crawled upon him once he
A rose severe war traumas he was told
Mouth guard strap pull him to the ground
No innocent hands every second counts
He ate his own tongue thick blood flows
We are losing him heart fails
So wasteful tasteful eaten from within
This blood hunger grown to be a part of him
Never satisfied in his last moment realized
His raid of death had come to an end
