Immune to fire
Immune to cold
Putrid and dire
Looking for living ones

Corpsefier
Rotten corpse
Corpsefier

He had been slumbering
Until Dark Wanderer came
And was awaked
To saw chaos and ash

Corpsefier
Rotten corpse
Corpsefier

He seeks
Your skin
Your soul
To make it burn

Rotten minions
Smell your veins
You will be
Among them

Your blood is cold
Howl Feral in the air
The king of rotten charred
Now takes your soul and flesh

Corpsefier
Burning corpse
Corpsefier

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