The disease worms you like cancer
Digests you since your cursed birth
The plague is like toxin
Clogging your senses

The One who could release you
Who could heal you
Is a myth

But don’t let the plague grip you
And dig the cure out of your own self
Be the Superior One

Release your senses
Break the fetters of your palsy
Undergo the catharsis
And at last – live!

The Northern wind sends you the tidings
Stop the madness
Don’t let it grow
The weed shall be covered by snow

When you overcome yourself
Grab the sword you revealed
And stand against the plague

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