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Sorority girls and fraternity boys
Always deflowered, they're rich and they're spoiled
So we never feel bad when Aunt Betty who's dead
Surprises them lying on her wedding bed

When we're making love now I feel so exposed
Might you impale me or turn into those
Creatures that feed on the flesh of the living
They hide in the corn between June and Thanksgiving

Why do axe murderers only attack when we're making love?
Why do axe murderers only attack when you're partially nude,
Or taking a bath?


(...)
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Sorority girls and fraternity boys
Always deflowered, they're rich and they're spoiled
So we never feel bad when Aunt Betty who's dead
Surprises them lying on her wedding bed

When we're making love now I feel so exposed
Might you impale me or turn into those
Creatures that feed on the flesh of the living
They hide in the corn between June and Thanksgiving

Why do axe murderers only attack when we're making love?
Why do axe murderers only attack when you're partially nude,
Or taking a bath?


(...)
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If I was in an unoriginal horror movie this would involve some ancient secret curse or something! Because Aramaic is one of those supposedly creepy languages that gives horror an authentic Judeo-Christian flavor! Actually it's just a lot like Hebrew with really bad spelling!

But speaking of ancient horror, here's some awesome Assyrian curses!

May Venus, the brightest among the stars, let your wives lie in the embrace of your enemy before your very eyes. )

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If I was in an unoriginal horror movie this would involve some ancient secret curse or something! Because Aramaic is one of those supposedly creepy languages that gives horror an authentic Judeo-Christian flavor! Actually it's just a lot like Hebrew with really bad spelling!

But speaking of ancient horror, here's some awesome Assyrian curses!

May Venus, the brightest among the stars, let your wives lie in the embrace of your enemy before your very eyes. )

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"Even if our secret were to become known, and my father were to kill me for what I have done, still - after death itself - I could never cease to think of you. And I am now quite sure that you yourself would not be able to live very long without me..."

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"Even if our secret were to become known, and my father were to kill me for what I have done, still - after death itself - I could never cease to think of you. And I am now quite sure that you yourself would not be able to live very long without me..."

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Look at these!



They are breath mints shaped like an ossuary! Each mint is a different type of bone.

Unfortunately the mints taste like whatever the minty version of MSG is. So I'm not a huge fan. Still, beside that, awesome!

Also, LEGO WEAPONS!!



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Look at these!



They are breath mints shaped like an ossuary! Each mint is a different type of bone.

Unfortunately the mints taste like whatever the minty version of MSG is. So I'm not a huge fan. Still, beside that, awesome!

Also, LEGO WEAPONS!!



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Deathiest movie credits ever, I swear (contains gore):



Shame about the rest of the movie, but hey. AWESOME CREDITS.



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Deathiest movie credits ever, I swear (contains gore):



Shame about the rest of the movie, but hey. AWESOME CREDITS.



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There are probably many higher quality versions of this song around, but this recording sure has something:

Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama's bound to die...


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There are probably many higher quality versions of this song around, but this recording sure has something:

Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama's bound to die...


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She comes to the goodness of the land of Deber,
The beauty of the fields of Shechelmemet.
She comes upon Baal prostrate on the earth.

For clothing she is covered with a doubled cloak.
The mountain in mourning she roams,
In grief, through the forest.
She cuts cheek and chin,
She lacerates her forearms.
She plows her chest like a garden,
Like a vale she lacerates her back.
"Baal is dead!

Woe to the people of Dagon's son!
Woe to the multitudes of Athar-Baal!
Let us go down into the earth."

With her goes down the Torch of the Gods, Lady Shapash the sun.
Until she is sated with weeping,
She drinks tears like wine.

...

As with the heart of a cow toward her calf,
As with the heart of an ewe toward her lamb,
So is the heart of Anath toward Baal.
She siezes the God Death.

With a sword she cleaves Him,
With a pitchfork she winnows Him,
With a fire she burns Him,
In the millstones she grinds Him,
In the fields she scatters Him,
His remnants devoured by birds,
His limbs consumed by fowl.
Flesh to flesh cries out.


... )
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She comes to the goodness of the land of Deber,
The beauty of the fields of Shechelmemet.
She comes upon Baal prostrate on the earth.

For clothing she is covered with a doubled cloak.
The mountain in mourning she roams,
In grief, through the forest.
She cuts cheek and chin,
She lacerates her forearms.
She plows her chest like a garden,
Like a vale she lacerates her back.
"Baal is dead!

Woe to the people of Dagon's son!
Woe to the multitudes of Athar-Baal!
Let us go down into the earth."

With her goes down the Torch of the Gods, Lady Shapash the sun.
Until she is sated with weeping,
She drinks tears like wine.

...

As with the heart of a cow toward her calf,
As with the heart of an ewe toward her lamb,
So is the heart of Anath toward Baal.
She siezes the God Death.

With a sword she cleaves Him,
With a pitchfork she winnows Him,
With a fire she burns Him,
In the millstones she grinds Him,
In the fields she scatters Him,
His remnants devoured by birds,
His limbs consumed by fowl.
Flesh to flesh cries out.


... )
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"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as white as snow."
"Those are the hill of heaven, my love
You and I will never know."

"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as dark as night."
"Those are the hills of hell-fire, my love
Where you and I will unite."

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"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as white as snow."
"Those are the hill of heaven, my love
You and I will never know."

"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as dark as night."
"Those are the hills of hell-fire, my love
Where you and I will unite."

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“Now this handsome youth was none other than a ghoul of the most dangerous kind. He installed Dalaal in his house on the top of a lonely mountain and then went forth to beat the country, to lie in wait about the roads, to make pregnant women miscarry, to frighten old dames, to terrify children, to howl in the wind, to whine at doors, to bark in the night, to haunt ruins, to cast spells, to grin in the shadows, to visit tombs, to sniff at the dead, to commit a thousand assaults and provoke a thousand calamities. Worn out at length, however, he became a youth again and carried back a man’s head to his wife, saying: “O Dalaal, cook this in the oven and carve it, so that we may eat...”



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“Now this handsome youth was none other than a ghoul of the most dangerous kind. He installed Dalaal in his house on the top of a lonely mountain and then went forth to beat the country, to lie in wait about the roads, to make pregnant women miscarry, to frighten old dames, to terrify children, to howl in the wind, to whine at doors, to bark in the night, to haunt ruins, to cast spells, to grin in the shadows, to visit tombs, to sniff at the dead, to commit a thousand assaults and provoke a thousand calamities. Worn out at length, however, he became a youth again and carried back a man’s head to his wife, saying: “O Dalaal, cook this in the oven and carve it, so that we may eat...”



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