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Evil is upon us, death is in the air |
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Lightning of blood strikes, falls to the ground |
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Ruled by the darklord, dead walk again |
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Spread the infection, evil and mindless |
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Dead and forgotten, the rotten arise |
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Released from the catacombs to the horrible unlife |
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Hunger for warm flesh their only desire |
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To feed off the living, consume mortal life |
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Grotesque and gruesome, the stench overwhelming |
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Skin splits, unleashing clouds of flies |
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Followed by vermin, the foulest of creatures |
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Pick the bones of the afterlife |
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Embrace the stagnant sickness and disease |
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Unholy unlife the rotten must now feed |
