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greed grips like a sickness a plague that wont let go

in the depths satan conjuring to purify the souls

bring forth these hooded spawn an army cursed with death

cleanse the earth eternal wrath lay them all to rest

liars hoarders purveyors of famine your judgement day draws near

the scythe is cutting through like glass

your body ripped and torn with lacerations

the soul escapes your flesh

you have become death

the spiraling void is open as deceivers flee

executing with a conscious dragging them into the street

the souls of the damned sucked into the sky

a fate deserved a brutal demise

liars hoarders purveyors of famine your judgement day is here

the scythe is cutting through like glass

your body ripped and torn with lacerations

the soul escapes your flesh

you have become death

my army's undead power is to great a force nothing can be done and i have no remorse the battle has been won with the many blades of death the fate you must accept as you take your final breath

the sky is going black as my reapers shed the blood spilling out the plague that festers one by one the void is filling to the brim the worst of all mankind damned for eternity broken for all time

the scythe is cutting through like glass

your body ripped and torn with lacerations

the soul escapes your flesh

you have become death