Legion Of The Damned

Forced isolation in centuries of disgust
Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost
Muddled identities, living out days
Scaring it's victim, a formless face
Respiratory ailments, suffering cries
A nervous affliction, another victim dies
Horrifying skin eruptions
With protruded eyes they see
How facial features are rotting away
Mutilating endlessly
Trapped, separated from humanity
Epidemic, fatal destiny
A foul odor of gangrenous parts
Incurable sick they'll be
Sick they'll be
Pain and suffering will stay
Bodies slowly will decay
Unable to provide curative treatment
Sudden death, morbidity
High, rise plaque mortality
Corpses putrify horribly