| The scent of fear still clinging to our tracks
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| As darkness swallows our betrayal
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| The pack now closing in, nowhere to hide
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| Sharp teeth to consummate the kill
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| The scent is in the air
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| A smell of blood that taints our trail
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| The stench of what we are, PLAGA
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| Homo homini lupus est
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| The wolf of man, a last caress
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| Homo homini plaga est
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| A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest
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| The scent is in the air
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| The stench of sickness that we leave behind
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| A celebration of our past
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| A plague that bear our name to end our time
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| This sickness that we are can’t last
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| Plagued!
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| The scent is in the air
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| A smell of blood that taints our trail
|
| The stench of what we are, PLAGA
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| Homo homini lupus est
|
| The wolf of man, a last caress
|
| Homo homini plaga est
|
| A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest
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| A scent of fear that swallows our betrayal
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| Plaga, a sickness that can`t be cured
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| As Wolf To Man
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| Homo homini lupus est
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| The wolf of man, a last caress
|
| Homo homini plaga est
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| A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest |