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Whitechapel Eternal Refuge

My eyes are slowly dilating pure white Skin stretched as if about to tear There's a wretched stench of rotting limbs Erect I am from this smell Pain,

My eyes are slowly dilating pure white Skin stretched as if about to tear There's a wretched stench of rotting limbs Erect I am from this smell Pain,

My eyes are slowly dilating pure white Skin stretched as if about to tear There's a wretched stench of rotting limbs Erect I am from this smell Pain,