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Turned by wicked illness into a slave

Through the night he roams, spreading the stench

Denied by the people, he rose against them

In the silence of woods he found his rest

He walks through the forest and burns the earth with hate

Sowing fear, inspiring loathing, cursed is his fate

For many years he roams as a symbol of death

The evil oh so strong, much stronger than the good

Like a thief he creeps in the dark

Bringing hate to the light of the sun

World of living lost once for all

Only evil tearing his soul

He walks through the forest and burns the earth with hate

Sowing fear, inspiring loathing, cursed is his fate

For many years he roams as a symbol of death

The evil oh so strong, much stronger than the good

He eats stinking carrions

Stolen from worms

He sucks with greediness water

Out of rotten stumps

Where the dead moves nature dying

Forest dwellers walk aside him

Under his feet, grass turns yellow

Leaves fade away

Mournful wolfish howl is his herald

Wherever he may stray

Beware belated wanderer

Walking through this ancient place

Your death may be hiding

Where you can never await