MUCH WORSE THAN THE DAY THAT I FOUND YOU
DECOMPOSING COVERED WITH FLIES
BLACK SORES ALL OVER YOUR BODY
FLESH ROT AND SUNKEN EYES
THERE’S MORE IN THE PLACE THAT I’LL TAKE YOU
LIKE A BROTHEL OF NECROPHYLES
SHARP REEK, RISING FROM PHANTOMS
ENCASED IN FOUL DISGUISE
BLACK DEATH ON EVERYONE’S DOORSTEP
BLACK DEATH IN EVERYONE DREAMS
MUST BURN WHAT REMAINS OF THE FALLEN
IGNORE THEIR TORTURED SCREAMS
WHAT’S LEFT IN MISERY’S WAKE NOW?
WHAT’S LEFT FOR MISERY’S GRASP?
HOW MANY MORE WILL BE TAKEN?
WILL THIS PLAGUE EVER PASS?
MUCH WORSE THAN THE DAY THAT IT STARTED
HUGE PYRES FOR ALL THE SLAIN
JUST VICTIMS OF THIS INFERNAL
MAELSTROM OF DARK DECAY
WHAT’S LEFT IN MISERY’S WAKE NOW?
WHAT’S LEFT FOR MISERY’S GRASP?
HOW MANY MORE WILL BE TAKEN?
WILL THIS PLAGUE EVER PASS?
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