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Death coming close
Blood pressure slows
Species of all
Coincide your fall
The peeling of flesh
Spreads the dormant seed
Host of disease
Befalls to the plague of death
The Plague Of Death
Coursing through your veins
Your death preordained
Vasculations end
No way to defend
Spine sending chills
As your body stiffens
Come to your end
Can't befall the Plague Of Death
The Plague Of Death
Needs no cause
Kills all flaws
Man prostrate
Wipe clean the slate