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Mark Of The Cursed

Bloodshed (Suécia)

Sawing the seeds of pestilence.
Harvest will storm forth.
Calling to us the wicked.
Bringing the curse upon us.

I am the bearer of the curse.
I am disease's watchman.
Councilors of the foul illness.
Spreaders of the black death.

Plague - spread my words.
Disease - carry our seed.
Sin - bring those of our's forth.
Curse - by my guidance.

Forever cursed!

Curse...
We are the cursed kind.
We are the pestilent breed.
Curse be your name!