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Exiled from the so called sane, |
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Dwelling in some moisted cave, |
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In some place that means despair, |
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Where the mortals fear to approach... |
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And there, through an ugly candlelight |
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At first you could see a black formless shape |
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And then an abomination freezing your blood |
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In the realm of decayed flesh, you'll have to stay... |
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And in the few weeks after, among the human carriows |
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Moribunds wait their turn, to join the stench of mass grave |
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Majestas Leprosus |
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Rotten flesh wrapped in rags, no more looking like humans |
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Piles of coffins wait to burn, the leper death prevails |
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Majestas Leprosus |
