Exiled by God's own hand
To this dead, forsaken land
Punishment for avarice
For the pride I felt within
I am The Yellow King - A King of Disease
My blood is sick and cursed; upon Pure Blood I feed
Cast down with blighted form
Bloated, oozing and sore
My kin ease wounds that won't heal
To preserve my sanity
I am concealed
Blood from flesh-wounds is not enough
Only bleeding that kills is sustenance
That is the blood that is laced with true fear
That is the blood that tastes so sweet

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