The final stand of the cursed, exiled, forgotten
Perishing in stages of decay, but fierce with no fear of death
Plagued with bloodied step and rotten stump, they limp onwards
To fight and die with honour, to redeem their souls for heaven
March to battle leper legion
A song muffled, masked by stained bandage, cloaked in torn rag
A moving choir, moaning their requiem
The most lethal of the empire, doomed fodder, craving battle
All shall fall before the leper legion, harbingers of death
All wanting to fight, to bleed, to die first, dragging themselves through the black sand
To the frontline, to break life's cruel curse, this decrepit and infected warrior band
In the bloodied dunes is where the corpses lay
Defeated and piled, in a mass desert grave
But now their spirits rise up to the fields of Elysium
Renewed in the afterlife, the brave, glittering, leper legion
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