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He’s creeping through your town

Some say he comes from underground

His skin is lily white

A devil’s in his eyes

Oh, you’ve said your prayers?

But the Worm does not care

In death your flesh has value

Your blood and clever get

And all those little pieces

Energy, reagents

I have no use for riches

But for to buy his time

That with his cursed blade he’ll

Carve away what is mine

Every lie is surely sacred

Every soul is bright

In my circle

I craft the end of light

From light

With his dagger

The worm brought this meaning to your hide