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Skin and flesh to die

Black and bone dry

Gangrene fingers

A stench that lingers

Two to seven days

Look upon death's gaze

Your bodies, set ablaze

Contamination you cannot escape

Taking form a disfigured shape

Filth littered the streets

Forth the rodent fleet

Out of the east it swept

Attacking where we slept

Docked on Sicilian port

Behold destroyer escort

Journey through black sea

Caught the black banshee

Oh forgive oh lord

Taking down whole village horde

Onslaught, reigned on

Death still, feeds upon

[repeat]

Carry the flower to comfort the brain

Ruthless gods wrath

Wicked crooked path

Delusion and death

Nothing to suppress

It finds another host

The reapers next ghost

No knowledge to attain

We all have the mark of Cain

Filth littered the streets

Forth the rodent fleet

Onslaught, reigned on

death still, feeds upon

[repeat]

Carry the flower to comfort the brain

We all have the mark... the mark of Cain