| The fallen people
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| They didn’t know
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| The terror formed beneath them
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| Underground
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| The creatures grew so strong in number
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| The filth then bound them to each other
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| Entwined they become a vengeful and unholy thing
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| Rise to the surface and there they will breed
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| Rise the plague
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| You won’t catch it from their air
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| It takes one glance from their blackened eyes
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| Then soon you’ll find yourself ripping your skin from bone
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| Entwined they become a harbinger of the disease
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| Rise to the surface and there we will bleed
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| Rise the plague
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| You won’t catch it from their air
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| It takes one glance from their blackened eyes
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| And soon you’ll find yourself ripping your skin from bone
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| At night
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| They rise
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| They rise
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| You won’t catch it from their air
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| It takes one glance from their blackened eyes
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| And soon you’ll find yourself ripping your skin from bone |