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Behind the mask of fear Death's presence ever near Lift the veil of horror Come face to face with gore Tortured face to gaze unto, mirrors all removed Sickly features hidden, to cover up the truth Once beautiful to look upon, now avert your eyes Her putrescence become legend, none have seen the sight that lies - Behind the mask of fear Death's presence ever near Lift the veil of horror Come face to face with gore Stricken and pestilent, eyes no longer see The bubbling twisted mass her features used to be As the flesh decays, her insides start to rot Spitting up her innards in stinking wretched clots After years of solitude, her mask too foul to wear As the lid is lifted, the stench too much to bear Gazing at her visage, your features blanch to white Unable to stand it, vomit at the sight that lies - Behind the mask of fear Death's presence ever near Lift the veil of horror Come face to face with gore From Letras Mania