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The spleen was reinserted
The rest eviscerated
Bowels dissected and diced
Fed to me in tiny pieces
A feeling never to be met
So i bring out my hatchet
Brothers in Gore
Marching to war
Shoulder to shoulder we plague
The Carribean shores
The undead rotten pirates
Opened up my door
So now I've joined the vengeful
Brothers in Gore
The flood of scurvy undead
Must heed the call to feed
Spleen dangling from my ribcage
I chew your guts in rage
Another port pillaged and razed
Citizens mutilated and flayed
The few who tried to flee
Became a dinner for three
Brothers in Gore
Marching to War