Well now, it seem you're cursed to wander
Into the pitch black yonder.
You can't be saved,
Now your body lies in a cold, cold grave.
Well now, it seems you're off the beaten path,
An exiled outcast.
What lies ahead?
Face the facts, son, you are dead, dead, dead.
Well now, it seems you've come to realization
That you're an abomination...
So don't be sad,
Life after death ain't so bad, bad, bad.
Well now, I really must be on my way,
There's other folk who have gone astray,
It never ends.
Go forth and haunt, make some enemies... or friends,
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