Only a true monster could play best
I think he was one of the beasts
And I say this in the least
A giant of the underground zest
A true god to his own dark creation
Truly he was in my own investigation
If you watch his performance
He's a dark candy in true romance
I'd say if he was still alive today
He could still knock us down to slay
Remembering Chuck Schuldiner
He is the scythe of the Reaper
When he plays, he plays like no other
And when he sings, oh, brother!
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