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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
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
Carry the flower to comfort the brain
We all have the mark... the mark of Cain
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