Bats fly high over head,
here I sleep amongst the death.
Shunned and despised for all my lies,
I wield death like a scythe.
Down below glowing gold,
I hear the howl of ancient ghosts.
So I live amongst the dead,
disease and death is what I spread.
Down below glowing gold, I hear the howl of ancient ghosts.
So I live amongst the dead,
disease and death is what I spread.
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