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Open the seven seals, unleash domination up on this world, set free the virus

Across this place, woe, to all humanity. all you feel is displeasing pain, to set the

Ways for the dying, a drop of blood, the river of death, the persecutors are

Persecuted, once they stood tall and now they fall, cause and effect, the disease

Is ridden through your mortal coil, pain is so blinding it numbs you to the core,

Everyone you see is like looking at a mirror, plague of sores, moving fast like an

Outbreak of demons on your flesh, to take command and rule the world of

Famine, to the end, despair, plague oi sores, open the seven gates, fallen below

To abyssic realms, plague of sores