Here
Gathering under the Mark of Death
Miasma seeps from our blackened breath
Gather under the Mark of Death
Miasma seeps from our blackened breath
In this dark Realm of Decay
A Covenant with a God Insane
Wage a war on all living flesh
Lay to waste - laid to rest
Tear the meat from their feeble bones
Spit disease in the open wounds
Branded at birth; cursed to dwell beneath the earth
I see no light - I don't see anything
Branded at birth; cursed to dwell beneath the earth
I taste the blood - the blood that sets me free
Tear the meat away from their feeble bones
Spit disease into the open wounds

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