| Behind the mask of fear
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| Death’s presence ever near
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| Lift the veil of horror
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| Come face to face with gore
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| Tortured face to gaze unto, mirrors all removed
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| Sickly features hidden, to cover up the truth
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| Once beautiful to look upon, now avert your eyes
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| Her putrescence become legend, none have seen the sight that lies —
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| Behind the mask of fear
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| Death’s presence ever near
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| Lift the veil of horror
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| Come face to face with gore
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| Stricken and pestilent, eyes no longer see
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| The bubbling twisted mass her features used to be
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| As the flesh decays, her insides start to rot
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| Spitting up her innards in stinking wretched clots
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| After years of solitude, her mask too foul to wear
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| As the lid is lifted, the stench too much to bear
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| Gazing at her visage, your features blanch to white
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| Unable to stand it, vomit at the sight that lies —
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| Behind the mask of fear
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| Death’s presence ever near
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| Lift the veil of horror
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| Come face to face with gore |