| Fear! |
| A blackness is upon us
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| In holy books inscribed
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| The signs are now becoming clear
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| Infect! |
| The frail heart of man
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| Unable to withstand
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| The sickness that infects us all, from within
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| Death, desolation and despair
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| Fear! |
| The epidemic spreads
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| The rising count of dead
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| Far and wide a fear it grips the world
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| Infest! |
| The soul of humankind
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| You see it in their eyes,
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| Disease infesting body and soul before they die
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| The streets are now deserted
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| The wind it now blows cold
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| There is no sanctuary
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| In a kingdom without hope
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| Will this come to pass
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| Just like days of old
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| Or is there some force evil
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| Lurking in the shadows
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| I see a man fallen in the street
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| His skin has begun to corrode
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| Eyes that speak of pain and sorrow
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| A darkness infecting his very soul
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| His pulse starts racing fast
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| Gasping for air, he chokes
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| His trembling body shudders
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| To his dear life he holds
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| His bloody, trembling hands
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| He tries to fight the cold
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| The disease has now run its course
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| He lies, a mass of flesh and bone
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| The houses in the street
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| Their doors are bolted shut
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| But death still grips them all
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| There is nowhere to run
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| The infection is spreading
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| Rising, the death toll
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| Humanity is weakening
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| To a force unknown |