Exiled from the so called sane,

Dwelling in some moisted cave,

In some place that means despair,

Where the mortals fear to approach...

And there, through an ugly candlelight

At first you could see a black formless shape

And then an abomination freezing your blood

In the realm of decayed flesh, you'll have to stay...



And in the few weeks after, among the human carriows

Moribunds wait their turn, to join the stench of mass grave

Majestas Leprosus



Rotten flesh wrapped in rags, no more looking like humans

Piles of coffins wait to burn, the leper death prevails

Majestas Leprosus