Awakened by an unquenchable addiction,
To walk hand in hand with death,
Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin,
And search for newly rotted flesh...
Casket crushing and dismantling the grave,
With other fiends in this sadistic enclave,
On draughts of blood my thirst is slaked, Underfoot the mouldy bones break... Nocturnal devestation my only aim, Dead or living,
I seek out and maim,...
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THERE IS A GUY, IN THE JUNGLE, ENJOYING HIS TRIP- SUDDENLY, CANNIBAL, TERRIBLE GUY, TERRIBLE DICK, STAYING OIN FRONT OF HIM, KIDNAPES HIM, AND ASKS HIM: "UNGA UNGA " OR "MURDER-MURDER"(HERE, IN SPNISH, "MATA-MATA").
-"UNGA.UNGA", HE SAYS----
SO, THE INDIAN, TAKES HIM AND RAPES HIM,
THE POOR GUY, HE COULDT WALK. HE HAD A TERRIBLE PAIN ON HIS BUTT. HE THINKS HE HAS NOT ASS.HE STARTS TO WALK AGAIN, AND , SUDDENLY, TWO CANNIBLS, AGAIN.
"UNGA UNGA OR MATA MATA???"
"UNGA UNGA..."
AGAIN, HE FEELS LIKE HE HAS NO ASS, HE HAS NO STOMACH, HE CAN{T WALK, IT IS WORST THAN DIE...!!!!!!!!HE THINKS HE HS TO SCAPE, AND TRY TO RUN, WHEN HE IS JUMPING TO CROSS THE JUNGLE, AGAIN, THREE INDIANS:
"UNGA UNGA OR MATA MATA???????"
"MATA MATA, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
-YEAH. BUT FIRST, UNGA UNGA.